C299 Sly!

At this moment, Faang Ming had already silently killed more than twenty disciples of the Razor Syndicate. All of them had their heads chopped off by his sword. At this moment, Faang Ming was like a god of death. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, because he knew that if he did not kill them, he would end up the same as them.

Just as Faang Ming was about to harvest more heads