"Yu Longting, Su Wan!! You're still alive??" Qingyang's expression was as if he had swallowed ten thousand live flies.
Yu Longting shook out the Black Gold Longsword from his sleeve and, with a lift of his hand, chopped off Qingyang's head, stuffing it into the rank-smelling Golden Altar. "Even if you turn to ashes after death, neither my wife nor I will die. What a pipe dream, still thinking about killing us."
"Why? Sister, you're helping outsiders kill me, your own younger brother. Are you being threatened or kidnapped by them?" Despite Qingyang's cultivation to Physical Sanctification and his status in the Immortal Class, he was no simple character.
Even with his head severed, he could still speak, his eyes filled with rage.
