So when he saw that Sang Hongming had taken the healing pills but was even more weak than before, he immediately realized that there was a trap, so he decided to use the trap to lure the other party into making a move.

Sang Hong is, after all, an eighth-rank expert. If he recovers a certain level of strength, he will be quite troublesome to deal with. However, if he is good at taking advantage of the situation, the momentary shock of turning the hunter into the prey will be enough to defeat the opponent in the shortest time.

Sang Hong's heart sank. He immediately realized that he had fallen into the opponent's trap. However, this was already his full-force attack. Given his current physical condition, he absolutely could not launch such an attack a second time.

Therefore, even though he knew he had fallen into the other party's trap, there was nothing he could do to change it. He could only grit his teeth and charge forward, hoping to injure the other party before he died, so that his son and daughter would have a better chance of escaping.

However, he was soon disappointed, because judging from his eyesight, when the other party's knife slashed across his neck, his fist was still three inches away from the other party's body.

Normally, with his cultivation level, three inches wouldn't be a problem, let alone three feet, but now even this three-inch distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.

A sinister smile flashed across Ding Run's face. He had already seen the panic and despair in the other person's eyes. As an assassin, the happiest moment was this, especially when the target was a master of the same level.

That feeling was even more exhilarating than when he was playing with the most popular girls in brothels.

Just then, a cheeky voice suddenly came from the side: "What are you looking at?"

An irresistible urge welled up inside Ding Run, and he instinctively turned around and glared at the other person: "What are you looking at me for!"

He had barely finished speaking when he realized he was in trouble!

When top players clash, the competition is fierce and the front line is always right.

His attention wavered for a moment, and his knife stroke slowed down slightly.

But Sang Hong's fist didn't slow down and slammed directly into his chest.

Ding Run staggered back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. This was the first time he had been injured today, and he hadn't expected it to be so serious.

The attack of an eighth-rank master, after a long period of preparation, was incredibly powerful. If he hadn't been so strong, that single blow would have sent him straight to the underworld.

Sang Hong was also in bad shape. Although the other party's knife was delayed and did not cut through his neck, it still left a long wound on his shoulder, almost crippling his collarbone. If that had happened, even if he had survived, he would have been a cripple for the rest of his life.

At this moment, both of them looked at Zuan beside them.

Zu An smiled shyly, and while putting his arm around Zheng Dan, he said, "Don't look at me like that, it's embarrassing."