Seeing the enemy suddenly appear in front of him, the masked man's pupils contracted sharply, and in a soul-crushing panic, he instinctively raised the dagger in his hand to block in front of him.
Clang!
Accompanied by a dazzling spark, the two daggers collided fiercely.
The masked man was just about to take a breather from the blocking and relax his nerves which were stretched to the limit.
But in horror, he glimpsed a glittering golden object enveloped in a gust of wind, crashing towards his head with overwhelming force.
Upon closer look, it was Fang Cheng clutching the Golden Benba Bottle in his left hand, using it as a makeshift weapon.
Bang!
With a muffled thunderous sound, like lightning exploding in one's ears, the masked man's head was instantly split open, spraying red and white matter.
His pupils filled with unwillingness and astonishment, he never thought he would be killed by the treasure he had been fixated on.
