THUD!
Qin Fangming's head slid from his neck, and his corpse crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Qin Fangming, a cultivator at the Fourth Layer of the Divine Power Realm, died just like that?
Li Qingyue's mouth hung open in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. She was well aware of Qin Fangming's strength. Even her grandfather was no match for him, yet he had been slain with a single sword strike from the seemingly gravely wounded young man before her.
He looks to be only about two years older than me. How could he be so powerful? This is simply inconceivable!
Li Qingyue was completely humbled by Su Han's sword strike, while Li Mingliang stood beside her, frozen as if petrified by the shock. He quickly came to his senses, his body trembling slightly. His face was full of excitement yet tinged with a hint of panic, as if he feared this was all an illusion.
