As Li Qingxue gave chase, the long saber at her waist suddenly flashed from its scabbard!
SHING!
The flash of her blade was as cold and clear as the moon falling from the heavens, as swift as a meteor tearing through the night sky!
The blade trembled, creating seven successive residual images in the air, like a string of seven stars!
"PFFT—"
The blade flashed, and blood sprayed.
Wu Quan's head flew from his shoulders and rolled across the ground, his face a mask of terror and indignation.
As the Hall Master of the Deacon Hall, he was even stronger than Xiao Tianyuan, the Hall Master of the Hurricane Hall. He never should have been killed so easily.
Had he fought Li Qingxue to the death, even the current Li Qingxue would have had to pay a steep price to kill him.
Unfortunately, the moment he saw Cao Feng and Li Qingxue enter together, he was struck with terror. His only thought was to escape, and as a result, Li Qingxue cut him down in a single strike!
