"Dead?" The palace-dressed beauty revealed a shocked expression.
The other members of the Hehuan Sect also wore faces of disbelief.
Even Zhou Mengyue had not expected that Li Shuang would actually explode and perish.
"There is a problem with this luck, Young Master Zhao, how do you explain this?" The palace-dressed beauty's bright, peach-blossom eyes suddenly filled with anger as she stared at the people from Yuheng Heaven.
Although Li Shuang was not the Saintess, she was still a Direct Disciple of their Hehuan Sect, with potential second only to Zhou Mengyue.
But now, Li Shuang had burst and died, which was a huge loss for their Hehuan Sect.
Especially since one of the four people was Li Shuang's master, and at this moment, this woman was also full of anger.
Zhao Qiming and the others were also surprised at this moment.
The death of Li Shuang was completely beyond their expectations.
