Crimson Blood Gate's Demise

"Wudao Xue, you can die." Qingfeng smiled coldly and gloomily as he walked towards him. His murderous spirit increased every step he took until finally, it condensed into a mass of black smoke. 

The old Daoist once had told Qingfeng to kill as few as possible, because having a strong murderous spirit would be harmful to his body. Actually, it had been damaging his body but the reason it temporarily didn't burst out was only because it was suppressed by his blood vessels.

By this time, Wudao Xue had used up all his strategies. His body was also seriously injured, and even if he wanted to use martial skills, he didn't have enough energy.

Wudao Xue's pupils suddenly shrunk in his eyes as a touch of panic flitted through. He felt the breath of death on his neck, and the murderous spirit from Qingfeng made him feel frightened.

Flee, I must flee. I cannot die here. A cold light flashed through his eyes.