As Tang Luo approached, the old man had to stop chanting the spell. With his right hand touched back, something like a short stick appeared.

Click!

The dragon pattern dagger collided with the short stick.

Snap!

There was almost no pause, and the dragon pattern dagger cut off the short stick and stabbed the old man's heart.

The old man's face changed wildly, and he subconsciously stretched out his right hand to stop him!

Swish!

Blood splattered.

Tag!

A dry and broken palm fell to the ground.

"ah!"

The old man let out a shrill scream, his right hand was diagnosed with a wrist, and blood gushed out.

He staggered back, and his facial features were squeezed together because of the pain, which made him even more terrifying.

"Mr. Riza!"

The two people who were being beaten by Xuanyuan Tiezhu and Basong were shocked when they heard the old man's screams.

When they turned their heads and saw the old man crying with his broken wrist, he even widened his eyes.

"kill!"

Basong shouted coldly, and while the two of them were unstable, the dagger in their hands stabbed into one of them in the heart.

Thinking that these were all sent by the one in the palace and chasing him for thousands of miles, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he held the dagger's hand and twisted it violently.

"ah!"

The man screamed and staggered back.

There was a blood hole in his heart, and blood was gushing out.

With these blood and pieces of minced meat, they also fell to the ground.

This is his heart, which was broken by Basong!

Bang!

In just two or three steps, he fell to the ground and twitched a few times, and then there was no movement.
Chapter completed!