The entire ice storm suddenly gathered onto the Longyan Sword, piercing straight at that streak of blood like an icy drill missile.
Swift as lightning, its edge unmatched.
Mr. Yin heard a "whoosh" by his ear, and then a heart-wrenching pain pierced his chest.
The harsh words he was mouthing came to an abrupt halt. Looking down, his sinister eyes immediately revealed an expression of panic and disbelief.
How, how is this possible?
What was reflected in his eyes was a bowl-sized bloody hole in his chest.
His gaze gradually grew unfocused, his body flew forward a distance due to inertia, and then finally lost all power, crashing heavily onto Golden Beach.
Truly deserving of being a late-stage Spirit Platform Realm cultivator, just a step away from the Celestial Human Realm, his life force is indeed resilient.
Even at this moment, his eyes remained open, still filled with disbelief, staring fixedly at Wang Longyan.
