The Catacombs' Martial Artists Are So Pure
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
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In the wilderness, the Rank-5 martial artist who was battling Qin Fengqing wore a bewildered expression on his face. Despite being on the brink of death, he forced himself to turn around for a glance.
Fang Ping's fist had punctured his back and shattered his internal organs. "My Lord, Monster Wood City has joined forces with the martial artists from the Land of Rebirth; please don't blame me," he said with a smile.
A look of disbelief appeared in the long-haired martial artist's eyes. Immediately after that, his neck slumped sideways and he breathed his last.
Qin Fengqing immediately started searching the body. "You have a black heart!" He scolded.
Their opponent was already on the brink of death, and this fellow still tried to confuse him; he was black-hearted beyond measure!
Fang Ping chuckled and said, "But I am indeed a Monster Wood City martial artist. Was I lying?"
"You…"
Qin Fengqing gave up.