Shen Xuan pointed his fingers like a sword, making a gesture in mid-air.
"Sss!"
A strand-like Sword Light shot out from his fingertips.
The Sword Light flashed and disappeared.
"Puff! Puff!"
Two light sounds were heard.
The figures of Zuo Zhongjin and the old servant in green froze, their chests bursting into ice crystal blood flowers, almost simultaneously falling down.
The momentum of the Sword Light did not weaken, carving a Silver Thread in the air, catching up with Leng Zhiyuan's blood shadow, piercing through the Dantian Demon Foundation.
"Ah!"
Leng Zhiyuan let out a short, miserable howl, his blood shadow scattered as his body fell heavily from mid-air.
His originally handsome face rapidly aged and withered, instantaneously turning into an elderly man with white hair and deep wrinkles, eyes filled with endless fear.
The old servant in green fell to the ground, curled like a shrimp, coughing blood endlessly, his breath faint.
