"Ah!"
Then those three people clutched their wrists and started screaming in agony, looking up at Liu Zhiming with fury, their eyes ablaze with fierce anger.
"Kill him!" One of them shouted angrily while holding his arm.
"Kill me? You aren't qualified!"
Liu Zhiming gave a cold smile, his figure flashed, already beside the man, and the dagger in his hand sliced directly towards his neck.
"Swish!"
A cold light flashed across the man's neck, and his figure instantly froze there.
"You two can die together!"
As Liu Zhiming's words fell, his figure was already beside the other two, and the dagger in his hand slashed towards them again.
"Swish!"
Two cold lights flashed, and the two didn't even have time to react before they felt an icy chill on their throats, their figures freezing simultaneously.
"Psh!"
