"Who are you?"
Si Tianming looked at the suddenly appeared man in white clothes and asked coldly.
"You're the young master of the Si Clan, which is one of the top six Earth-level Hidden Clans of the Hidden Cultivation Lineage, right?"
The man in white swayed the feather fan in his hand, looked at Si Tianming, and said softly.
He was precisely the young master of the Song Family, Song Yuanwen.
"Who are you?"
"Playing tricks, do you want to die?"
Si Tianming looked at Song Yuanwen and shouted directly.
"You're right, but the person who will die is you!!!"
Song Yuanwen looked at Si Tianming with an amused smile.
Pfft!!!
In the next moment, Song Yuanwen's feather fan swept directly in front of Si Tianming.
The sound of blood splattering gushed from Si Tianming's throat.
In an instant, the eyes of Si Tianming, the young master of the Earth-level Hidden Clan, widened greatly.
His head rolled down directly, separating from his body.
Blood spurted out from his neck.
