"Long Jingtian, I told you that you were doomed to die," Xiao Qiang's voice was calm, devoid of any joy from defeating Long Jingtian.
"You could even block the Silver Heron's Nine Skies Ghost Wail Sword!" Long Jingtian truly seemed on the verge of collapse. The Ghost Wail Sword, even within the Demon Sect, was an extremely terrifying demonic skill. To cultivate it, he had sacrificed the lives of countless innocent young girls, refining their souls and fusing their resentment to reach his current level of power.
That was his last-ditch hope.
Yet at this moment, all his hopes were crushed by Xiao Qiang. "Damn it, am I, Long Jingtian, really going to lose to you, Xiao Qiang? Why has it come to this!" Long Jingtian's eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself.
