The sharp energy sliced across his neck.
The leader of the Divine Hall assassins instinctively tried to dodge. Yet, he realized that his body wouldn't move, and even his thoughts seemed to slow down.
The last scene in his eyes was Mu Qingge's exquisitely beautiful face showing a mocking smile.
Mockery?
What is she mocking?
Mocking him for being unable to kill her and getting killed instead?
"Ah——!"
"Ah——!"
The last sound he heard was the cries of agony from his subordinates. Without seeing, he knew they had been completely wiped out.
Pfft!
What was sliced open?
Scalding liquid seemed to flow from his neck.
He widened his eyes, suddenly feeling like he could see everything, sensing himself flipping in the air, finally falling towards the ground.
Thud!
A head descended from the sky, landing on the pure white ground.
Mu Qingge slowly descended, thrusting the Linglong Spear in her hand into the ground, its sharp point piercing through the head.
