In the heavenly light, Cui He, with his green hair, felt his consciousness burn to ashes. In his final moments, he looked in pain and despair at the serene young man in the night sky.
Once upon a time, he overlooked the other party in that city outside the mountain, holding power over life and death. Yet now, the other only needed a single strike to split him in two.
Qin Ming turned back to look. The location was close to where the two young swordsmen had died. He quickly rearranged the area.
The Thunder King Bird flew silently through the forest in the long night. Soon, it discovered the running figures in the icy, snowy landscape, and Qin Ming selectively took action.
"Go to Chixia City to recuperate, borrow some treasure medicine from that pretty-faced City Lord..." The sentence of a robust Black Mountain Goat swordsman was cut off as his head burst apart, blood splattering as he fell to the snow with a thud.
