"Let go of you, you'll leave me behind.
Another sword light slashed through, Zhai Zun's body trembled, as if porcelain beginning to crack, his eyes still gazing at the sky, with bright and enormous traces of sword light still hanging in the air.
"This is a beautiful sword." Zhai Zun closed his eyes, his entire body shattered completely, his spirit utterly destroyed and dispersed.
For more than a month, he swore to kill Qin Feng, Sima Mo, Zhai Zun, and Yin Xia, they took all his devices, and one after another, they died.
Qin Feng sensed their madness before Sima Mo and Zhai Zun died, but he was very calm.
On the path of cultivation, one must battle against heaven and earth, humans, and beasts.
Death is inevitable. Although he disliked killing, he never spared those who wanted to kill him.
