Once he realized Luo Yang's prowess, the long-faced man found it difficult to escape.
Without the help of Blood Devil, Luo Yang had already knocked out several of the long-faced man's front teeth.
Seizing the dagger, the sharp blade pressed against the man's throat.
Luo Yang said coldly, "Want to kill me? Just you?"
Wang Weiye had assumed Luo Yang would surely die after ingesting the Soul Dispersing Pill, so he assigned a trusted yet not overly skilled subordinate to carry out the task.
There was really not much to do; just take Luo Yang for a drive outside, then deliver his corpse to the designated location.
Who would have thought Luo Yang would make a comeback and survive?
"Brother, don't kill me!" The long-faced man's forehead was slick with cold sweat, pleading.
At this moment, Luo Yang felt as if his Yin Spirit was being torn apart, his mind was unsteady, sometimes clear, sometimes muddled.
