Poof!
With a soft sound, Jian Qingtian's head transformed into a mist of blood out of thin air, and the starry river behind him disintegrated inch by inch in a very eerie rhythm.
Bang!
Jian Qingtian's headless corpse fell heavily, collapsing in front of Lin Xiaosu.
The long sword in Lin Xiaosu's hand vanished into thin air, and a folded fan appeared instead, which he lightly waved, dispersing the blood mist before him.
The entire city was in dead silence!
The solitary and desolate zither sound emanating from Xianyin Pavilion also came to an abrupt stop.
Beside the zither, a woman in white suddenly lifted her gaze, for the first time looking directly at that direction.
The maid beside her formed her mouth into an O shape...
On the Moon Lake, in a painting boat, there were also two women, suddenly revealed to be Princess Shansheng and her palace maid. Princess Shansheng's expression changed.
"Princess! He... he can confront... and kill the Enlightenment!"
