"Clang!"
A Sword Light, a full hundred feet long, suddenly descended with a roar.
Zheng Minghuan's expression changed, and he was about to take action, intending to set up a defense on himself.
At that moment, Su Han's finger had already pointed toward him.
"Freeze!"
With a single word, Zheng Minghuan's figure was directly immobilized in the void.
"No!!!"
Feeling the lines around him as if bound by countless vines, Zheng Minghuan's eyes widened, and a sense of despair instantly rose in his heart, causing him to shout out in a hoarse voice.
He struggled desperately, trying to mobilize his cultivation base, and just as he was about to break free, the Sword Light slashed across his flesh with a ripping sound.
"Su Han, you deserve to die!!!"
Zheng Minghuan's Primordial Spirit finally broke free from the immobilization, and as it rushed out, he screeched a curse towards Su Han.
"Many have said I deserve to die, you're not the first."
