Bang!
The dull thud of a body hitting the ground echoed, followed by an endless silence.
Everything was still, with not a sound to be heard!
Because Qiao Yihang was dead.
Lying on the ground, his body still emanated an unsettling aura, his muscles and bones twitching madly as if filled with boundless power, yet there was no hint of vitality.
His face was flushed red, marked with shock and fear, as if he couldn't believe it even in death; the force that oppressed Ye Xuan just a moment ago had suddenly become a lonely soul on the road to the Netherworld.
He was unwilling, unbelieving, but all in vain.
A strange elixir pill granted him limitless combat strength, but ultimately, he could not escape death...
Meanwhile, Xiahou Zhenshan and his daughter were dumbstruck at the moment.
They stared dazedly at Ye Xuan for a very long time, unable to snap out of it.
They were somewhat bewildered, questioning whether what they saw was an illusion.
