"Plop!" There was the sound of sword Qi entering the body. The sword light flashed past the throat of the withered leaf Zen Master. In the next moment, a huge hole appeared in his throat. Blood spurted out like a fountain. His eyes rolled back and his body fell down. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.
At this moment, Wen Butong also rushed out from the poisonous mist. Although he had not been out for long, Zhao Hai's sword was simply too fast. In three moves, he had already killed the withered Leaf Master. When Wen Butong rushed out from the poisonous mist, he saw the withered Leaf master's body falling.
