As the ultimate move approached, Zhang Zhiwei did not retreat but advanced. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the soft iron sword that tore through the air. He actually caught it with ease. The sound made by the collision was like a wailing.
"What?!"
"What?!"
This was the last thought in his mind, and then everything went black, and he fell to the ground with a thud, without any movement.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
“Ah ...
Immediately afterwards, screams rang out one after another. This bloody and brutal scene scared the group of prostitutes in the room and made them scream wildly.