Besieged by the Spirit Master Killer, only Han Zhi and Xing Tong were the two. Even if they fought and resisted, they were not opponents of those people. Because the other party did not kill him, they were not injured, but their lives were not injured. Until two silver-white nets blocked the two and were captured.

The silver net tightened, and the two were tied up and robbed forward, and came to the middle-aged man who was under the command of capturing the order.

"Where are the others?" The gloomy voice asked with murderous intent, and his gaze with a hostile aura fell on Han Zhi.

Han Zhi stared at the person in front of him and said coldly: "You are from Jukha Pavilion!" There was no doubt, but affirmation.

"Ha! Good eyesight!"

The middle-aged man sneered and said sinisterly: "If I destroy one hundred and fifty killers and two guardians in my Jue Killing Pavilion, you won't think that our Jue Killing Pavilion will let you go like this, right?"

Han Zhi didn't say anything, just stared at him. The master said he would leave for a few days, and he felt that he should be back soon, but he didn't know whether it would be tonight or tomorrow.

"Um!"

Just as he was thinking, he was stabbed on his shoulder. When the severe pain came, he instinctively groaned.

Xingtong gritted her teeth and stared at the middle-aged man holding a knife and stabbed Han Zhi's shoulder.

"Does it hurt?"

The middle-aged man asked expressionlessly, but the knife in his hand turned and dug. Seeing the blood pouring out of the wound, he sneered: "If you don't want to be tortured, it's better if I ask something, and you'll say it well, otherwise you will suffer."

The knife was digging on his shoulder. Even though he gritted his teeth and said nothing, the cold sweat of the bean beads still oozed out of his forehead. When the middle-aged man stopped digging, he took a deep breath and stared at him and asked, "What do you want to know?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled, pulled out his knife and patted Han Zhi's face: "I just like smart people. As long as you satisfy me, I can make you suffer less."

Han Zhi pursed his lips, didn't say anything, but just stared at him.

Xingtong glanced at Han Zhi, as if at that moment, she thought of him trying to delay time and wait for his master to return. However, they knew that the master would come back for a few days with thirty students, but they didn't know the exact time for her to come back.

If the master did not come back tonight, then...

She looked at the night sky quietly and saw that Xiao Hei seemed to be worried about their safety, so she did not fly far away, but stopped quietly at the branches and stared at the movement below.

"Where are your other accomplices? Where did they go? When did they come back? And, who are you?" the middle-aged man asked in a fierce voice. When he thought of the more than one hundred people he had lost, he felt the urge to kill.

If he hadn't wanted to know the information about these people, these people would definitely not have kept a living mouth!

"Put the net away, I'll tell you." Han Zhi said.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man signaled that the people put away the silver net tied with Han Zhi. Unexpectedly, when the silver net was collected, the people were about to detain him, but they saw him throwing a talisman at the middle-aged man.

"Not good! Be careful!"
Chapter completed!