Pfft!
Dongfang Hong spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and heavily fell to the ground, his face full of terror.
Ye Guichen also showed a hint of surprise.
Indeed, high-level experts are different.
If it had been someone at the first level of the Qi Refining Realm or lower, they would have long turned into a dried corpse by now.
But now, Dongfang Hong merely spat out a breath, his Dantian was damaged, yet the other parts were surprisingly unharmed.
"You, what did you do to me?"
Dongfang Hong was terribly frightened, unable to conceal his inner fear any longer.
It was too strange.
This feeling was as if some expert had suddenly launched a dimension-reducing attack, leaving him completely defenseless.
Ye Guichen walked up to Dongfang Hong and sneered coldly, "You said it yourself, it's no big deal to die here, so, sorry!"
There's no need to explain to a dead man.
With that, he raised the Immortal Slayer Sword, intending to kill Dongfang Hong.
