Watching Murong Jingwu's face turn liverish and his expression morph into one of utter shock and disbelief, Long Zhuo wore an identical look of incredulity.
He had never expected that Murong Jingwu, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, would end up sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. It completely exceeded his expectations.
For a moment, Long Zhuo's expression improved slightly. Seeing Murong Jingwu crash heavily to the ground made him feel, deep down, that he perhaps hadn't made quite such a fool of himself after all.
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