"Little thief!"
Guo Xiaodan—no, the Black Wheel King's face was full of ferocity.
In the next moment, the Black Wheel King's figure suddenly leaped and jumped into the mountain forest.
The next moment, a gust of wind and rain suddenly blew down from the sky, and when the Black Wheel King looked up, he saw Lu Zheng already appearing in front of him.
"What!?"
In the next moment, the Black Wheel King—no, Guo Xiaodan's figure went limp, transforming into a wisp of black smoke that shot like lightning towards Lu Zheng's forehead.
Lu Zheng didn't dodge or avoid, only looking lightly at the black smoke, his mouth curled.
"Supreme Decree, Flying Cloud Breaks Evil, swift!"
"Ah!!!"
The Black Wheel King seemed to suffer a heavy blow, his incarnated black smoke trembled violently, unable to maintain its sharp sword-like form, starting to disperse in all directions.
