C764 Old Eight We Are Going to be Poisoned to Death by You!

As the six of them stood bewildered, Zhang Xing flicked his finger.

"Puff!"

Before Gong Qu could react, the blade tip launched by Zhang Xing embedded itself squarely between his eyebrows!

"Clang!"

The broken sword in Gong Qu's hand clattered to the ground. His body slowly tilted backward and he collapsed with a thud, lifeless.

A shiver of cold dread pierced the hearts of the remaining five