"What are you planning to do next?"
Xiu Lan halted in her steps, her slightly stiff expression gradually revealing a smile.
She immediately approached Su Mo with light and agile steps.
Only after a slight bow did she speak:
"This humble woman..."
As she started speaking, only uttering two words, she heard an ominous gust of wind before her.
Suddenly looking up, Su Mo's palm was already closing in on her.
She hastily tried to defend herself, but although her martial arts were not bad, how could they compare with Su Mo's?
If it hadn't been for her vigilance when Su Mo had started his ruthless slaughter just now, she would have already been dead.
At this moment, her defensive pose was easily broken by Su Mo's flick of a finger, and with a casual palm strike to her forehead, she fell dead without even uttering a groan.
In her wildest dreams, she probably never anticipated that upon uttering just two words, Su Mo would already resort to a merciless killing move.
