In the next moment, without hearing the wind, without sensing any movement, a coldness enveloped his neck. Looking down, he saw a gleaming scythe already hanging there.
The scythe was hooked around his neck, and between him and Qi Xue Lian, a chain connected them.
One end of the chain was fixed to the scythe, while the other was in Qi Xue Lian's hand.
"Qi Xue Lian... you despicable..."
As soon as Ximen Ye uttered these six words, a flash of blood appeared, and his head soared into the sky.
The scythe was once again in Qi Xue Lian's palm, and he casually wrapped the chain around his arm:
"Victory or defeat, nothing more. You speak to me of despicable behavior?
"If you weren't despicable, why would you look back?"
Ximen Ye's glance backward was because he genuinely believed Qi Yang had silently appeared behind him to ambush him and seize the Poison Dragon Pill Scripture from him.
Instead, he fell for Qi Xue Lian's trap.
