Before the painful word spit out half a syllable, Fang Ling's face full of fear suddenly had a dignified killing intent on it, and the dagger hidden in the cuff flipped out of his wrist and stabbed hard at Zhang Xiaosheng's heart!

Although Fang Ling's cultivation is only at the peak of the Rigid Force Realm, there is still a certain gap compared to Zhang Xiaosheng, however, with such a short distance, under Zhang Xiaosheng's defenselessness, Fang Ling's sword is fast and ruthless, and there is almost no suspense to succeed.

The magic weapon dagger was already much sharper than the mortal blade, and coupled with Fang Ling's mastery of the art of assassination, this sword pierced between the two ribs horizontally, hitting the center of the heart, so that when the dagger pierced into the heart, it made a dull explosion sound.

Zhang Xiaosheng's smile instantly froze on his face, and he looked down at the dagger on his chest and the clothes stained red with blood, and he was stunned for a while.

In the past few days, it seems that he is just the son of a businessman from other places, and although he has good roots, he only knows a little about martial arts.

As for himself, not only is he the eldest disciple of Han Daxian, after a famous family, but his cultivation is already in the realm of melting qi, such a young man is no different from an ant, and a single finger can make him die hundreds of times.

In addition, Fang Ling was bloodied without any resistance last time, so Zhang Xiaosheng didn't have any defenses against him at all, so that until now, he hasn't even gathered his protective true qi.

The sharp pain in his chest tugged at his nerves, and Zhang Xiaosheng suddenly came back to his senses after losing his mind, he was like an enraged lion, roaring with exhaustion, and slashing towards Fang Ling with all his strength.

Fang Ling grinned coldly, pulled the dagger hard, and moved his body lightly half a step to the left.

Blood suddenly spurted out of Zhang Xiaosheng's chest like a fountain, his knife was still in mid-air, but the strength in his body seemed to have been drained.

Zhang Xiaosheng's body was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and as soon as his feet were weak, he fell down the stone ladder and smashed to the ground, his breath was like a gossamer, and he would die at any time.

His wide eyes were bloodshot, and even if he was dying, he couldn't imagine that his life would end in such a wretched way, and he would die at the hands of a young man who didn't look down on him at all.

From Fang Ling's shot to Zhang Xiaosheng's death, it was actually only a few breaths of time, and it wasn't until Fang Ling jumped down the stone ladder and picked up the war knife from Zhang Xiaosheng's hand that Han Juzheng came back to his senses.

What kind of character is Han Ju, as the "Heavenly Master of Zhenguo" of Yizhou Country, he has seen too many big scenes, so much so that he doesn't take anyone in his eyes, let alone a mere teenager?

However, now it was this young man who took the life of the eldest disciple in one move, which made Han Juzheng couldn't help but be surprised.

Han Juzheng, who came back to his senses, was covered with a layer of frost on his face, and he looked at the young man in front of him coldly, only to find that this young man who didn't seem to know martial arts actually exuded a strong man's aura all over his body.

Angry and humiliated, Han Juzheng, who was blindsided, let out a heartfelt sneer: "Young man, you hide so deeply!"