While the outside world was in shock and disbelief.
Within the Deceptive Realm Battlefield.
Su Chen suddenly made a move again.
"Hiss!"
It was still that same sword.
The Ancient Dust Sword that was withdrawn, moved once more.
Still couldn't be seen clearly.
Still with a cold light stretching thirty thousand miles.
Still with the peerless elegance of the sword, as if one sword could pierce through the traces of time, one sword could last throughout eternity.
An extremely stunning sword, directly pierced through the throats of Sui Yiren and Gu Taisheng.
One sword, two lives.
"No!!!"
"I...I don't believe it!"
......
Gu Taisheng and Sui Yiren only snapped back to their senses at this moment.
They instinctively clutched their severed throats.
Staring at Su Chen.
Unwilling.
Spiteful.
Shocked.
Fearful.
Regretful.
Self-mocking.
......
The moment before death, their expressions were too complex.
In the end, facing Su Chen, it was still a joke.
