"You!?"
He uttered a single word.
But then he heard Su Mo bellow angrily: "Die, traitor!!!"
The voice thundered, shaking one's heart.
He raised his Ziyang Divine Palm, striking a heavy, forceful blow.
In that instant, the Black-clothed Man's expression shifted wildly with fury as he shouted, mustering all his Inner Strength to counter Su Mo's attack.
The very next moment, his figure was sent flying through the air.
Blood scattered across the sky, but his figure merged into the night, leaving no trace to be found.
"Not good, he's getting away!"
Luo Changsheng promptly waved his hand: "Chase him!"
Su Mo glanced at his own palm then sighed with remorse: "I've been tricked by this scoundrel!"
"There's no need for self-reproach, Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort."
Wan Cangxin also approached Su Mo: "Let's chase after him and see."
"Alright."
The two wasted no more words and leapt up to pursue the man.
