He took out a flame-shaped purple token.
This was the servant token of the gongliang ancient clan.
"So it's the gongliang ancient clan. You are indeed ruthless." Xia qingchen understood.
"Since you understand, can you die in peace?" the middle-aged woman said coldly.
"Sure!" Xia qingchen blew his whistle.
The middle-aged woman nodded. She took a step forward and moved like a ghost, appearing before Xia qingchen.
The power of the middle star position in his palm touched the center of his brows with a fatal force.
As long as he touched it, Xia qingchen would die without a doubt.
Three feet!
Two feet!
One foot!
Three inches!
One inch!
That terrifying fingertip was filled with the aura of death and was about to touch the center of Xia qingchen's brows.
However, he didn't Dodge. In fact, he even smiled.
At the instant his fingertip was about to touch Xia qingchen's forehead, a violent gust of wind whistled by.
