What a pity, Simo Qing encountered Su Chen.
The next moment.
Swish!
A sword was drawn.
Sword Rhyme transformed into a point, residing on the sword's tip.
Sword Light suddenly appeared.
It was like a falling star, dazzling and flickering, giving a sense of strange tranquility.
In the blink of an eye, the Sword Light was gone.
As if it was an illusion.
But, after a fraction of a breath.
"No!!! No... How could you..." Simo Qing's roar, scream, and voice of despair exploded out.
What Simo Qing wanted to say was, how could Su Chen, with a single sword, ignore Reality and Illusion, break through space ripples, chase after space fissures, and precisely embed into his body? This... this completely surpassed his comprehension.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Simo Qing who was flickering like a shadow, on the verge of disappearing, amidst Reality and Illusion, exploded into fragments, turning into a blue-gray blood mist, becoming void.
