"Bastard! You're looking for death!"

The young man in the suit didn't want to play the game of cat and mouse. He used curses to dispel the fear in his heart. He rushed straight to Bai Fengjiu with one hand, trying to crush his throat.

A sixth-level warrior in the innate world can even crush stones with bare hands, not to mention a person's throat.

Unfortunately, he met Bai Fengjiu, a person who has been refining qi for hundreds of thousands of years and will never die.

Bai Fengjiu suddenly disappeared on the spot, and the young man in the suit caught a blank look.

“Too slow.”

The voice came from behind, and the young man in the suit was extremely horrified. He roared and swept his hand, followed by a crisp sound of broken bones.

Before the young man in the suit could react, there were three crisp sounds, and all his limbs were broken.

With a plop, the young man in the suit knelt on the ground, his arms drooped, his limbs were bony pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell on his forehead.

The young man in the suit's calm smile disappeared, his face turned pale due to the pain, gritting his teeth and preventing himself from screaming, and his eyes stared at Bai Fengjiu with resentment.

"Who sent you here?" Bai Fengjiu asked lightly.

The young man in the suit snorted coldly, looking at death as if he was home.

As a killer, he either killed people or was killed. He had long been indifferent to life and death.

Bai Fengjiu grabbed the void, and a token flew out from the neckline of the young man in the suit and fell into Bai Fengjiu's hands.

"Take things from the air!"

The young man in the suit's pupils shrink, and he can get things from a distance, at least at the level of a martial arts master.

The information is wrong. The Jin family’s trash son-in-law is actually a hidden martial arts master!

Bai Fengjiu looked through the token in her hand and made of black iron. She had bright red blood words written on the front and the name of a young man in suit on the back.

"Is the person from the Blood Clothing Sect? I didn't expect it to be rekindled." Bai Fengjiu clenched his fists, and the black iron token was balled into an iron ball.

"Tell me the mastermind behind the scenes, I can make you die happily!"

The young man in suit sneered and said, "Since he knows the Blood Clothing Sect, he also knows the rules of the Blood Clothing Sect. He takes money and eliminates disasters for others. Even if he dies, he will not disclose the information of his employer. When he meets the master of martial arts, I will admit defeat!"

"Master of Martial Arts?" Bai Fengjiu snorted and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I'll ask your leader. If he doesn't say it, at worst I'll kill you once!"

"Speak wildly!" The young man in the suit straightened his waist and said proudly: "I, a master of Blood Clothes Sect, are worthy of you as a martial arts master!"

"I'm not worthy?" Bai Fengjiu took out a token.
Chapter completed!