With that cry, the blood sword in Qianshan Yipye's hand shattered violently.
The supreme pressure made it so that Qianshan Yipye couldn't even muster resistance before being crushed into a pulp.
The Sword Saint, dead!
There was dead silence all around.
The female disciple who had come with Qianshan Yipye, Qian Yezhen, was trembling all over.
In her eyes, her master was like a deity, invincible.
But who could have expected that he wouldn't last a minute against this man and would die miserably on the spot.
At this moment, Takeuchi Masao's face dripped with cold sweat, and as soon as he saw Xue An look up at him, he quickly stepped forward and said with utmost humility.
"Sir, I am willing to let Kiyoko become the Family Head of the Takeuchi family."
Xue An smiled and glanced at Takeuchi Kiyoko, "He's yours to deal with!"
Takeuchi Masao trembled all over, saying with horror, "Sir...."
And with a murderous look on her face, Takeuchi Kiyoko walked over.
