Not far from him, there was a corpse. Although the head had been smashed into a pulp and the iron hat was twisted and deformed, from the makeup, it could be seen that it was one of his companions.
Turning back, the Purple Gold Concave Mace descended from the sky with no pause and landed directly on his head.
With a clang, he breathed his last.
These people, their origins unknown, indeed had some skill in martial arts.
Unfortunately, they picked the wrong opponent. Who was Zhen Xiaoxiao anyway?
Blessed with extraordinary strength, aside from Su Mo, how many in the world could compete with her?
Standing on the rooftop was obviously out of her reach, but with a sweep of her One-legged Copper Man in her hand, how could the house withstand such force?
The house immediately collapsed.
The tall and skinny Yin Yang Face tried to flee, but just as he looked up, he faced a palm strike coming towards him.
