"Chi!"
The red stream of light struck right into the heart of the Golden Crow, instantly turning it into flying ashes, not even allowing it to let out a miserable cry.
This is the power of blood, evolved from the Rule of Power by the Ancestor of the Desolate, exterminating a Saint with ease!
"Jin Lin!"
The rest of the Golden Crows, seeing this scene, all looked startled and immediately began to shout loudly.
"Tsk tsk, I have to admire your decisive killing, old crow!"
Li Qingming and the others appeared from the Void, each of their faces displaying a thick look of contempt; this kind of kin-slaying was indeed despicable.
"Elder, what is going on here?" The other Golden Crows frowned unhappily, glaring fiercely at the elder Golden Crow.
