C83 Chapter 83

Sang Lao froze. Wu Xiaogang had only glanced at him, yet a chill ran straight down his spine. The very next second, he knew that fear was justified—Wu Xiaogang’s body blurred, moving several times faster than before. In a flash, he was right in front of him, raising the cleaver in his hand and bringing it down toward Sang Lao’s head.

Sang Lao didn’t even have time to react