"My dagger has been soaked in the juices of twenty-three Amazonian poison pythons and poison crocodiles for forty-nine days! Die!" Bruce's gaze was icy as his figure vanished from the spot, only to appear beside Lin Mo in an instant, brandishing his dagger and sweeping a cold light across Lin Mo's chest.
"It's strange, why do I feel this kid's aura is getting stronger and stronger?" Evil Ghost gripped the Tiger Finger in his hand, its metallic luster chilling, his face showing a look of astonishment.
"Don't think too much, we'll go together and surely kill this boy!" Bruce held the dagger, drawing red lines in the air, each line slicing through the air and making sharp sounds of air rushing backward.
"Death Palm!"
