C270 There Is No Suspense to the Victory over Others

The illusory black shadow supported itself on the ground with one hand, its face as cold as snow was filled with indifferent killing intent, and the sword in his right hand had already pierced through the throat of the enemy general.

With a slap, the general collapsed like Mount Tai, dying in front of the handsome and cold-blooded assassin.

The killer youth coldly smiled