Cheng Er lay in a pool of blood.
The veil hat's black gauze shielded the face of the woman in the green garments. She lay quietly in the snow pit, like a lifeless porcelain piece, allowing the blood to flow and spread without uttering a single moan of pain.
"Dead?"
Inside the ancient temple, Ao Ying stared through the broken array talisman at this scene, momentarily stunned.
She looked at Xie Xuanyi in surprise.
The power of Chi Fu Dragon Lord's palm strike was truly remarkable.
Aside from a quasi-Harmonization strong person like Jiang Huang, no Yin God should be able to survive such a blow.
The ancient temple grew colder.
No Divine Thought came from Cheng Er anymore...
In the end, the rather legendary "Second Master" was merely a member of the Yin God Ten Realms.
"Not so simple."
Xie Xuanyi chuckled softly.
To kill Cheng Er, it's not that easy?
He understood Lu Yuzhen.
That guy wasn't truly a heartless person...
