A barely perceptible whooshing sound rang out as an extremely sharp blade slashed towards Liu Xiong's neck.
As the feeling of death approached, Liu Xiong's expression changed drastically. Before his hand chop could even reach Lin Yisheng's neck, he instinctively pulled back.
The speed was so fast, it was like a fleeting glimpse of a swan!
However, he was still a step too late. After Liu Xiong retreated a distance of about 10 feet, he felt a slight itch on his neck.
Upon touching it, a few drops of blood seeped out.
Then a ten-centimeter-long line of blood appeared on his neck, and then blood gushed out like a fountain.
"You...you..."
After uttering just one word, "you," Liu Xiong fell backward to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.
The Seven Kills of Shadowless
