C457 Confusion

With a soft thud, the fat mage's expression turned icy as he flew to Xia Zhi's side and thrust his sword into his chest. Xia Zhi's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out. His eyes then closed tightly, and he breathed no more.

"Good, the imprinting has now reached the eighth level," the fat mage remarked with satisfaction