Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, but no one dared to make a rash move.
The ruthlessness of Su Changqing just now made them afraid to gamble.
"You! How dare you kill Qingjun!"
Ximen Langge's previously calm demeanor was no more, and he roared with a distorted, ferocious expression.
"He who kills shall be killed."
Su Changqing's gaze fell as he looked down, speaking calmly: "If my skills were inferior, it would be me who is dead."
"You have three breaths' time, release the hostage!"
Ximen Langge laughed out loud, "What if I don't?"
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, Su Changqing swung his sword, a brilliant sword light flashed, and Ximen Langge's right arm flew into the air.
"Second Young Master!"
The Celestial Sword members anxiously shouted, "Release the hostage first, settle accounts later!"
At this moment, terrifying waves echoed from all around Sword God Mountain.
Those were the ambushed Celestial Sword members.
