the killing intent from behind

as the air leaked out along with the cut trachea, unable to smoothly enter the lungs, oscar's eyes were filled with fear. The pain of being unable to breathe made his lungs hurt as if a stone had been stuffed into them.

He wanted to say something, but he was powerless.

With Zhao Xu's powerful attack, his exquisite sword attack had already accurately destroyed Oscar's vocal cords. He could only open and close his throat like an old fan, but he couldn't control it.

The moment that cold light flashed across his eyes, Oscar couldn't even imagine how his psychological attack that had been so smooth all this time couldn't even last for a moment before it was killed off by Zhao Xu.

It was as if the other party didn't care about his 'folk prescription' that could allow him to quickly advance in rank.

In Arthur, even monk, who treated money like dirt and swore an oath to be poor, would not relax on enhancing his class level.