Rob, an ordinary fighting master, is not even qualified to react, let alone resist.

The moment the short stick in Su Yun's hand came into contact with Rob's head, there was a muffled sound.

His head exploded in response, and red and white objects were scattered on the desert, adding some embellishments to the monotonous color.

It's no surprise that even a second move from an ant of this level would be unworthy of his luxurious equipment.

Behind Su Yun, Xiao Ding and Xiao Li both had a flash of shock in their eyes.

Is this a strong fighting spirit?

Rob, the powerful fighting master who had troubled them for so long, was actually killed by such a simple blow of a stick.

The members of the Sand Mercenary Group who followed Rob were frightened and fled in all directions.

Su Yun held the dark short stick in his hand, walked towards Xiao Ding and Xiao Li, and patted their heads honestly.

"My master told me before going out that I should convince people with reason when I go out. Did I do something wrong?"

The two of them shuddered, looked at the short stick in Su Yun's hand, and nodded quickly.

Well, convince people with reason!
Chapter completed!