Will Smiling San Sheng Wait A Hundred Years For Revenge? (2)

"Go and follow…" said Huang Hongyang icily. But before he could finish his sentence, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

Then, boils began to appear all over his body. They expanded and contracted and opened up his skin.

Next, a sword's intent swept across his body and slashed across his flesh.

"Ahh!"

Huang Hongyang spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately felt the blade's intent spreading.

A sense of impending death washed over him.

Huang Hongyang collapsed to the ground. His eyes filled with terror.

In that instant, he remembered that Jiang Hao had patted his shoulder twice.

How could this be?

He had pretended perfectly enough, so why did he have to kill him?

It should not be like this!

Just as he was about to call for help, the sword's intent broke out of his body.

Blood splattered on the ground.

Screams filled the air.

The young man beside him stood frozen in fear.