Chapter 647: The Bloodfiend Alliance is filthy rich!

The needle-fine tip of Snowshadow went in clean, and it pierced Zhao Minggong's heart. Even an Innate expert cannot survive a pierced heart, and that truth did not bend for him. As his life ebbed away, disbelief clung to him like frost. He tried to call out, "Ninth Elder, save… save…" but the words died on his tongue. Sound would not come. Darkness rolled over him, boundless and cold, and his breath went still. He died with his eyes forced wide, confusion and disbelief swimming in them. He...