The Destruction of the Old Snake Gang

Blood mist curled around the blade, and Jiang Ming's whole body was steaming. He was like a blood-soaked god of death, and he slashed at Duan Zhenwu.

No matter how tough Duan Zhenwu's body was, it was as fragile as a piece of paper at this moment. Blood spurted out, and his head flew up and fell into the grass with his eyes open.

"You can't even withstand a single blow!" Jiang Ming laughed arrogantly, then lowered his head and began to search Duan Zhenwu's body.

Tong He was dumbstruck. He had never seen such a crazy person who did not care about his life. He just casually used a forbidden technique twice?

That was two years of life. Moreover, if his origin was damaged, even his martial arts path would be affected. He might never be able to become a first-class martial artist in his life.