Razan hit the stone tablet behind him like a cannonball, embedding his body within it, as cracks spread out like a spider web. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth; he was already dead.
The one who struck was naturally Lin Mo.
Miao Zhu and Miao Xin were somewhat surprised; they had always thought Lin Mo was an ordinary person, yet his martial arts were so formidable. He must be a Martial Arts Master.
"You insult my wife, you're looking for death."
Rage filled Lin Mo's eyes as he turned into a black shadow. In an instant, the heads of several soldiers rolled to the ground.
Hearing his words, Miao Zhu stomped her foot in anger, "This damned guy, even now he's not forgetting to take advantage of my senior sister."
An unusual light flickered in Miao Xin's clear eyes. When Lin Mo spoke those words, she should have been angry, but she wasn't, and a hard-to-describe feeling emerged instead.
But the situation at hand did not allow her to ponder why she felt this way.
