When Sima Biao's head dropped to the ground and rolled several times, many people at the scene were still in a state of shock, unable to snap back to reality.
To be fair, as the top martial artist of Feiyan City, the reputation of the 'Molten Divine Spear' was too resounding. Especially since Sima Biao had completely controlled the situation just now, and capturing Su Yanru's aunt and nephew was only a matter of time.
Who could have imagined that in a blink of an eye, his head would be on the ground, ruthlessly killed by someone.
Swish swish swish.
A series of deeply frightened gazes fell on Shi Xiaole. Particularly those experts from the Spring and Autumn Hall, their hearts were chilly, and Wang Bufan's hand holding the knife was even trembling.
"Sima Biao's head has fallen, the Spring and Autumn Hall ends in ruin today!"
