The Qingping Sword was thrust fiercely behind.
"Hmm?"
A muffled groan suddenly came from the void.
Amidst the surging sword light.
A streak of blood spurted from the void, and the pervasive Siling Feng vanished.
The void returned to tranquility.
A hundred miles away.
The silhouette of Siling Feng emerged out of thin air, suspended in the sky, glancing down at his chest. There was a bloodstain there, blood was gushing out, and the pungent smell of blood made Siling Feng's face more and more hideous.
Raising his palm covered in sharp scale armor to wipe the bloodstain on his chest.
Then bringing it to his mouth.
His crimson tongue licked the taste of blood, his head raised high, revealing a look of extreme enjoyment: "How many years has it been, I haven't felt this kind of pain in ages..."
That morbid enjoyment and happiness sent chills down one's spine.
Suddenly.
