Before he could recover, a shadow flashed before his eyes, and Wang Teng had already arrived in front of him.

Whoosh!

The blood-red afterimage flashed, and then, Fu Sui felt a cold feeling on his neck. When he looked closely, he saw that the Shura Sword was lying across his neck. It seemed that if he dared to move again, the sharp blade would sink into him.

neck...

A moment.

An unprecedented chill rose from the soles of his feet and shot straight to the sky. Fu Sui felt that all the blood in his body had solidified, and a huge panic spread uncontrollably in his heart.

"Are you convinced?"

Wang Teng raised his chin slightly and stared at Fu Bing condescendingly.

"I accept...I accept..."

Fu Sui lowered his proud head, belonging to the leader of the clan. Although there was deep fear in his eyes, he still insisted: "My skills are inferior to others. I admit defeat. I will kill or behead you as you please. But the soul flag is the most precious treasure of our clan."
Chapter completed!