"He's dead!"
"Dead?"
Zhao Niutian was stunned, "Who killed him? He was a Martial Master Fourth Layer, who could possibly kill him!?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Niutian felt a jolt in his heart and his eyes bulged, "You mean to say..."
"Who killed him? Let me tell you, it was that Lin Feng who just did it, not only the leader of the wolves, but also the previous squad of ten from Iron Sword, they all died at his hands!"
Boom!
Like a bolt from the blue.
Zhao Niutian's eyes widened in disbelief, his tiger-like body shook, "He, he is but a Martial Master Ninth Layer, what joke are you making, Zhang Tiedan, I'm telling you, this joke isn't funny at all!"
"Joking? To be precise, at the time he killed those people, he was just a Martial Master Eighth Layer!!" said Zhang Tiedan.
Zhao Niutian was completely dumbfounded, his eyes filled with immense shock, and following that, a strong sense of relief.
