Staring viciously at Wu Daozi.
"What a pity."
Seeing that Sima Che was not dead, Wu Daozi coughed lightly twice, his body suddenly stooping, and his originally black hair instantly turned snow white.
The essence was lost, greatly reducing his lifespan.
Only a few months left before his fall.
"Wu Daozi, you're courting death!" Sima Che gritted his teeth tightly, his anger ignited.
"Go ahead."
Wu Daozi slowly closed his eyes, ready to face death.
But Sima Che coldly said:
"I'll spare you half your life for now, and will deal with you later. As for my anger, I have a place to vent it. Weren't you intending to shift the battlefield?
Heh, then you can watch as this little village is razed to the ground!"
As he spoke, his gaze sharply turned towards the distant Chen Family Village.
"Martial artists should fight without harming the innocent. Are all members of the Sima Family so shameless?" Wu Daozi frowned deeply, wanting to act but lacking the strength.
