In order to compete for the position of elder, he had made a firm decision to kill his enemy and ascend to power.
Unexpectedly, he reaped no rewards.
"Nothing?"
A playful laugh echoed in the ears of the middle-aged man.
Suddenly, a golden-red sword light appeared, its brilliance so dazzling it seemed to steal all the light in the world.
It swept towards the man with deadly intent.
By the time the sword light entered the man's field of vision, it had already pierced through his chest.
Rip!
There was no gush of bright red blood, just faint powder drifting from the wound.
The man in the silver robe opened his mouth as his form turned to powder, vanishing between heaven and earth.
A top-tier powerful individual at the True Realization Realm had just fallen like this.
Liang Hui leisurely retracted the Taoist Sword in his hand, looking down at the mess on the ground.
He then turned into a streak of sword light, speeding away towards the north.
