In no time, inside the private room, besides Liu Zixuan, no one else was standing.
All the masters Zuo Tongyu valued and relied upon had met their end.
At this moment, Zuo Tongyu's face was as pale as death; he looked like he'd lost his soul, staring blankly at Liu Zixuan, feeling as if his nerves were numbed.
Liu Zixuan took a clean towel from the side, wiping the blood off the Nameless Sword bit by bit, then slowly walked toward Zuo Tongyu after putting it away!
Looking down at Zuo Tongyu, who was arrogant just a few minutes ago, with a taunting smile on his lips.
Zuo Tongyu lay on the ground like a dog, staring up at Liu Zixuan's face along the line of his pant leg!
He asked, trembling, "Why?"
"You wanted to kill me, so I turned the tables and killed you first, and now you ask me why?" Liu Zixuan laughed derisively, "Because you're stupid, because you lack strength, because you're trash! Are these reasons enough?"
"There wasn't such deep hatred between us!"
