"Whoosh!"
The moment the bowstring was released, the dazzling light upon it instantly sliced through the sky, like the brightest meteor in the night sky.
"How dare you!"
At this moment, an old hoarse voice suddenly arose: "Su Han, I am the Deputy Tomb Master of the Sword Immortal Tomb, if you dare to kill him, I will never forgive you!"
"Too late..." Su Han whispered.
There was no earth-shaking explosion, no deafening roar, nor the imagined rending of heaven and earth.
Everything seemed to happen in silence.
You could only see the light being shot out, then disappear, then reappear, and then... it pierced through Moo Qinghai's Primordial Spirit's brow without deviation!
In this instant, the entire scene was silent as the grave, and a pin drop could be heard.
Everyone had their mouths agape, eyes wide open, halting all actions, staring at Moo Qinghai's Primordial Spirit, their very souls seemed to drift far away.
