"Dead... dead?"
Ye Ling truly didn't anticipate this battle's direction would reverse so quickly.
Xie Xuanyi was decapitated just like that?
Blood Wind blew through.
The young figure in black standing atop the Heavenly Peak appeared thin and solitary, the blood mist dispersed, hailed as Da Sui's thousand-year first-talented young Sword Immortal, just died like that?
"Of course, he won't die that easily."
Beside Ye Ling.
A deep voice arose.
