"What a cunning plan, who would have thought I'd spend my life hunting geese, only to have my eyes pecked out by one." The man said through clenched teeth.
"I also think it's a clever calculation."
Mandala looked at the face that was identical to Lu Tianxing's, her tone as cold as ice, "Fu Tu, I really dislike him imitating my brother's face, tear off this sham mask for me."
"Whizz!"
Just as Mandala finished speaking, a small knife condensed from True Qi suddenly appeared in Fu Tu's hand. With a flick of his arm, a beam of light flashed by, and the small knife flew directly past the man's cheek.
"Ah!"
After the flash of the knife, the man couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, and the human skin mask on his face instantly shattered, revealing a scarred face that looked terrifying.
"Tsk tsk, you're really ugly."
"You..."
