Seeing the elderly Sky Saber Ancestor give chase, a cold, conniving smile flickered within Wang Hao's deep eyes, indicating his scheme had succeeded.
"Swoosh!"
A glint of cold light flickered from his sleeve, as a gleaming Willow Leaf Flying Dagger tore through the air, aiming straight for the Sky Saber Ancestor's brow.
The distance between the two was too close, leaving the Sky Saber Ancestor no time to dodge, and a red bloom opened instantly on the vital point between his eyebrows.
"Damn it, this, this, how is this possible..."
The Sky Saber Ancestor's eyes were split with rage, his face filled with disbelief.
Wang Hao quirked his lips, laughing coldly, "I've already said it, encountering me, Wang Hao, anything is possible. Now go repent in Hell!"
"Swoosh!"
The dazzling blade shadow drew a beautiful arc, sweeping toward the Sky Saber Ancestor's choked throat.
"Pfft!"
