Thinking about it, it was too late for the official ticket. When he had made up his mind, the Martial Pill in his Dantian shone brightly, like a written path spreading throughout his body. The generous ticket was knocked to the right, and a massive palm covered it.
Long before the era of proclamation, Martial Arts had been under the assault of storms.
A huge blue palm thrust rapidly to the right and then a pained cry came from that direction. A person in black emerged from the void, bleeding profusely.
To find out who had spent the money to kill Lin Ao's arrogance, Alph's penalty gave the assassin a way to survive without completely killing him.
The man in black looked at Lin Shuhao's carriage with disbelief. After years of training, the man in black was already inured to the intrigues of emotion, his complexion pale, but Lin Ao's arrogance and shudder worried him greatly.
