Brother Han was still a bit dazed; he couldn't believe that the high-level spirit weapon he'd painstakingly gathered was so vulnerable before the Divine Concealment Sword.
Damn it, what kind of courage did I muster to dare to challenge him one-on-one?
At this moment, when he looked at Ye Haochuan again, there was not a shred of previous arrogance, only shock and deep fear.
However, it's too late to regret at this point. Ye Haochuan didn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy, slicing Brother Han's throat with one swift stroke.
After all, they've already completely antagonized the Ji Family this time, so there's no need to show any leniency.
The others watched, eyes wide, as Brother Han, whom they held in high regard, was killed in one stroke by Ye Haochuan, feeling as though their worldview was collapsing.
Oh my god, what kind of weapon is this that even high-level spirit weapons are like tofu before it?
