"Trying to run?"
Xiao Zheng let out a cold snort, his gaze like a burning flame locked onto Mo Ziwei. With a furious shout, his spiritual power suddenly burst forth, surging alongside the Gang Qi from within him towards the fleeing Mo Ziwei not far away!
Mo Ziwei let out a miserable scream, his ghostly figure suddenly halted. It felt as if a sharp blade had pierced into his mind, shattering his consciousness in an instant. His eyes widened, and his entire body trembled as he fell to the ground.
Xiao Zheng walked over slowly. With a wave of his right hand, the military knife stained with countless people's blood fell into his hand. He looked at Mo Ziwei with calm eyes, his expression resembling someone watching a pig awaiting slaughter.
"Don't... don't kill me... the Tang Family hired me... I have nothing to do with this..."
