After the body trembled violently, it was no longer moving.
Situ Xiuneng, the Seven Silver Level Chief of the Hundred Sects Alliance—has officially fallen!
When the blood flowed down from the chest and drenched the knee, Long Ke pulled out the Dragon Beard, and then pushed Situ Xiuneng's body backward, causing him to collapse in the middle of the square.
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere.
"If you want to court death, you should at least choose a better place. Why insist on coming to the Immortal Sect to dirty our tiles?" Long Ke slowly retracted the Meridian Gate.
"Elder Zhao, well done." Looking at Situ Xiuneng's corpse, Wenping's face showed neither sorrow nor joy, but today his little aunt was indeed worth praising.
Without her, the Flood Dragon would have to be released.
Honestly, he really didn't want to let the Flood Dragon out.
Because the commotion was just too great.
