"Oh." Su Chen finally cast a glance at Wei Qingyan, uttered the sound "Oh," and then suddenly exerted force.
Yang Qian Xuan's screams, cries, pleas, and sobs came to an abrupt halt.
He was crushed into ashes, shattered into fragments, even his Divine Soul turned to Void.
Died without a burial place.
"No!!!" Wei Qingyan's eyes turned intensely red, blood-red, filled with extreme hatred, blood-tears flowing, as she turned her head to the old man and shouted: "Old Ancestor, kill him, avenge Qian Xuan..."
The old man felt helpless inside, Yang Qian Xuan was already dead.
Having provoked someone he shouldn't have, he was already dead.
What revenge is there?
Do the dead have value?
Isn't this nonsense?
"Old Ancestor, I beg you!" But Wei Qingyan was completely insane, the Imperial Soldier in her hand directly stabbed her own neck, blood flowing, incredibly scarlet, a thread away from the trachea, just a thread, and she would be dead.
She was utterly insane.
