"Young master, the little young master is missing."
Boom!
Zhong Lin leaped, the sword light flickering in mid-air. Deng Yunsheng instinctively closed his eyes, and upon opening them again, he saw the sword tip already at his brow, just one inch forward could end a life.
Deng Yunsheng instantly turned stiff, a layer of cold sweat rising on his back.
Even with his Fifth Grade Inner Strengthening Realm cultivation, he felt there was nowhere to hide from that sword, only waiting for death.
"Young... young master."
Deng Yunsheng's voice trembled, full of fear.
"What happened to Shi Tou?"
Zhong Lin's voice revealed no emotion, but Deng Yunsheng felt that if he did not give a satisfactory answer, his head would be cut off immediately.
