Song Tao's eyes were cold and sharp as he imprinted Zhao Yu's appearance in his mind.
"Heh!"
Zhao Yu laughed once, drawing the long sword fixed at his waist and slashed sideways.
"Die!"
Song Tao was greatly shocked; he hadn't even made a move, and Zhao Yu dared to strike first!
He immediately dodged to the side and draw out his weapon and launched a counterattack.
In an instant, they exchanged more than a dozen moves.
"Heh, you dare to ambush me with that level of skill?!" Song Tao taunted out of habit.
But in the next second, Zhao Yu suddenly pulled away from him to one side.
What's happening?!
Just as Song Tao was startled, a strong gust of wind hit him from behind.
"Pop~!"
A very crisp sound rang out, and Song Tao's skull cap flew off instantly.
In the last moment of consciousness, he saw a snake's head, its eyes filled with endless coldness.
"Hahahaha! Idiot!"