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Chapter 1385: A Deep Mark

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The sword light cut through the air.

The City Lord could not even dodge in time.

A deep mark instantly appeared on his chest.

He clutched his chest unwillingly.

Looking at the two people in front, he roared.

"You deserve to die!"

The voice carried a hint of ferocity.

However, before his words could fall.

His body fell straight to the ground.

The aura of death permeated the surroundings.

A look of joy appeared on Zhao Xing's face.

Since his parents died all those years ago, he had been bullied endlessly.

Now, being able to take revenge.

Even if he died, he would be satisfied.

And the benefactor of the City Lord's mansion was terrified at this moment.

He never expected things to develop to such a stage.

The City Lord was dead.

And he had died so miserably.

Then, he wanted to flee.

However, before he could take a step.

A dagger pierced through his skull.

It was a man in a black robe, his figure extremely sturdy.

At this moment, he stood in place.

Like a mountain.

Making people afraid.

Then, he took a step.

The old man's corpse fell into a pool of blood.

With this, the entire battle was completely over.

All the high-ranking officials of the City Lord's mansion had fallen.

The remaining people, looking at Zhao Xing and the man in black.

Were all cautious, and some even knelt on the ground.

"Two Immortals, I don't know what you want to do!"

One of the stewards asked respectfully.

As a steward in a city, he had seen too many experts.

However, he had never seen such a powerful existence.

"The City Lord is dead, surrender!"

Zhao Xing said indifferently.

At this moment, the blood on his body was still flowing.

"Is what this gentleman said true?

Is our City Lord really dead?"

The steward was still somewhat incredulous.

After all, the City Lord had given him great power back then.

If the City Lord had fallen.

How should he conduct himself?

Thinking of this, a look of bitterness appeared on his face.

And Zhao Xing paid no mind.

He just sat quietly in place to heal his wounds.

At this moment, he needed to recuperate. ===== CHAPTER 1387 =====

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