"Hmph!"
Liu Zhiming looked at the blade that suddenly appeared in front of him and coldly snorted. Who would've thought that he had no intention of dealing with Babo, instead retreating instantly to stand in front of a disciple of the Black Witch Sect.
"You... what do you want to do?" The disciple of the Black Witch Sect was shocked to see Liu Zhiming suddenly appear before him, and he involuntarily stepped back.
"What do I want to do? Of course, to kill you!"
Liu Zhiming's tone was incredibly cold, and with a wave of his hand, the dagger in his hand had already sliced toward the disciple's chest.
"Liu Zhiming, stop!"
Babo didn't expect Liu Zhiming to ignore him after he'd made a move, choosing instead to kill the Black Witch Sect's disciples.
The dagger in Liu Zhiming's hand didn't pause for Babo's shout, nor did it waver for the disciple's retreat. It slashed directly across the disciple's chest.
"Splat!"
