DRIP, DRIP, DRIP—
Scarface stared in disbelief at the wound on his chest, from which blood gushed relentlessly. He felt his eyelids growing heavier, the Spiritual Energy around his body rapidly dissipating.
"You... dare to... kill... in... Wu City..."
Even at the Beginner Divinity Transformation Realm, the Spiritual Energy he desperately channeled couldn't resist the slightest touch of that sword...
Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed heavily to the ground.
Su Bei's Qingping Sword slanted toward the ground, fresh blood trickled down the blade, forming a small pool on the ground. He said somberly, "This Su Mou is not magnanimous; I always repay every grievance."
The sound of something rapidly cutting through the air came from the distance. In an instant, numerous Sacred Land Disciples stared in shock at the scene before them. Their gazes, filled with apprehension, fixed on the expressionless Su Bei standing amidst the crowd.
