Swish——
The Black Saber descended.
It only left a black saber mark in front of everyone's eyes.
As the saber mark slowly disappeared, Hei Zhao, who was close to the Sword Demon, retreated in shock.
His gaze revealed deep fear.
But it was not fear of the Sword Demon.
It was fear of death.
After retreating several meters, the light of Hei Zhao's Meridian Gate extinguished, like a burnt-out candle.
Lan Feng exclaimed, "Hei——"
However, he only uttered one word.
His shout was abruptly halted.
Because Hei Zhao's head tilted, like a kite with a broken string, separating from his neck and falling.
Following that, with gushing blood, Hei Zhao gradually sank, like a stone plunging into water.
After reaching the ground, he could never rise again!
"Dead."
Chen Xie watched this scene, not too surprised.
In the Immortal Sect, such things were commonplace.
Moreover, this was just Hei Zhao. The real beginning was the battle when the Curved Realm Passage opened.
