He recalled the faint, lingering fragrance he had smelled earlier. Assuming the human youth had secretly scattered some deadly poison, he became desperate to kill Mo Yang quickly so he could force the toxin out of his system.
He had never anticipated that his impatient, close-quarters attack would be the very thing that opened the gates of hell for him.
Although Mo Yang could not evade that palm strike, he suddenly grinned. The smile was sinister and eerie.
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