Because a sharpness capable of shattering everything, an unmatched power, burst forth from that sword light.
Moreover, this force was quite elusive, circling around the seventh-stage dagger in his hand after the collision, heading straight for him.
A chill surged in his heart, but just as this thought arose, the sword light had already pierced his forehead, then passed through his body.
In less than one ten-thousandth of an instant, the thoughts of Taishan King sank, his consciousness dissipated.
From the Penglai Immortal Realm, Dharma Origin Sect's realm, the Black Yama, the Seventh Hall Master, Taishan King, fell here.
Speaking of which.
From Taishan King's sudden attack to Han Yi's palm strike, catching Qingping, and swinging his sword, this span of time was extremely brief, lasting only a few instants.
Throughout this process, Han Yi's facial expression remained unchanged.
