"A man like you does not deserve to live. I want you to die, Ming Ye!" Qiao Mei shouted furiously.
Boom!
The icy spiritual essence around her body exploded violently.
Then…
Whoosh!
Her figure disappeared from the sky instantly.
The surrounding cultivators could only see a blur flashing downward at terrifying speed.
When Qiao Mei appeared again, she was already standing directly before Ming Ye.
A beautiful icy sword had somehow appeared in her hand.
Its blade radiated chilling killing intent.
Without hesitation, Qiao Mei thrust the sword straight toward Ming Ye's throat.
Puchi!
The sound of flesh being pierced lightly was expected by everyone to happen.
"Is… is he dead?" a mortal below nervously asked while tightly shutting his eyes.
The poor man did not dare witness someone being killed before him.
After all, unlike the cultivators present, he was merely an ordinary mortal.
Yet strangely…
Nobody answered him. The silence felt odd.
