[709] Ignite, may the force of fortune be upon me! (Thanks to Dan Liunian for the reward and support)_2

The youth with dreadlocks glanced over and snorted coldly, "Don't worry about me, I can handle this guy—"

Suddenly, his complexion changed.

Why was his Vitality declining?

What had happened?

He looked up sharply.

A longsword had pierced through his throat in an instant.

Pei Jinye pulled out the sword without even glancing at the corpse and turned around, continuing to take advantage of the chaos to hunt werewolves.

"Him?!"

The three figures not far away were all dumbstruck.

"Luke is dead?"

"Just one sword?"

"Who exactly is that man?"

"A Swordsman from the Summer Country..."

The three of them had grave expressions on their faces.

"The King is still exchanging blows with the werewolf leader; what do we do now?"

"We can't let that Swordsman from the Summer Country go; his swordsmanship is so powerful, he must have a lot of valuable possessions. If we could kill him and present his head to the King..."