The red-haired evil immortal raised his head, staring at Wang Xiaoqiang with suspicion, as if seeing a genius, yet also like seeing a demon spawn.
He had never encountered such an enigmatic strong opponent, with a cultivation base that could dramatically increase in an instant.
At the same time, he regretted underestimating the other party, which cost him his life. If he had realized the opponent's strength earlier, he could have escaped in time and not lost his life.
Wang Xiaoqiang gave the red-haired evil immortal a cold smile, saying playfully, "This move is indeed somewhat trivial, but more than enough to take your life. Dying at the hands of me, Wang Xiaoqiang, is an honor in itself!"
With those words, Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand, and the Penglai Immortal Sword embedded in the red-haired evil immortal's chest swiftly retracted.
