"If you don't die, how would Ye Xuan return to the Netherworld King Mansion to kill me?"
Lu Li let out a few cold laughs and drove the longsword in his hand deeper into Yan Shan's heart.
Yan Shan, even at the moment of his death, couldn't close his eyes. His eyes were filled with fear and shock. He indeed hadn't expected that in the end, he wouldn't die on the battlefield, but be killed by the Pavilion Master he respected the most. It was truly terrifying. Or perhaps Lu Li had been hiding his true self all along.
Jiang Xing, who was beside Yan Shan, collapsed to the ground with a "thud."
She, even more so, hadn't expected that Lu Li would suddenly make a move and kill Yan Shan directly.
As far as she knew, although Yan Shan wasn't some peerless genius, he was nevertheless a loyal cultivator in the Netherworld King Mansion.
