Ma Qing was pierced in the head by Li Xiandao's sword and pinned to the ground.
He opened his eyes wide, and in the end, he looked at Tian Guangming in disbelief.
Before death, one would still have clear memories. In the few seconds before his death, Ma Qing continued to stare at Tian Guangming.
"Your... Master..." Ma Qing's lips shuddered. He even found it hard to speak.
But Tian Guangming understood what he meant.
He smiled, "I know, you are about to die. My Master was able to kill you with a streak of sword energy from so far away."
"I... am... a... Celestial!" Ma Qing's final sentence was filled with reluctance to admit the reality of the situation.
He was a Celestial!
A noble celestial!
A celestial was able to suppress Nine Skies and Ten Lands for 100,000 years.
Even if his soul had fallen, he shouldn't have been able to be killed with one streak of sword energy, right?
