Crack!
It was as if something shattered, the sound echoed throughout. Xing Wuji's eyes were hollow as his soul was pierced through at that moment and collapsed.
Even a Seventh Grade Martial Saint, with an extremely formidable Sacred Body, is hard to kill, but if the soul is destroyed, death is certain.
Thud!
Xing Wuji's body fell to the ground, and life vanished instantly.
In the tavern's main hall, there was a deathly silence, a quietness that was bone-chilling.
"Father!"
After a while, Xing Jue finally reacted, screamed, quickly squatted down, and lifted Xing Wuji, but the latter had already lost his breath, clearly completely fallen.
"Is he really dead?"
The crowd in the tavern was also shocked. This was a dignified Seven Stars Commander, how could he die so easily without knowing what happened, and Xing Wuji was killed.
