Thud!
Xu Changsheng lay stiffly on the ground, with fresh blood gushing out like a fountain from the crescent-shaped sword wound in his glabella.
This supreme expert, who had held the position of the number one person in the Great Qian Dynasty for many years, closed his eyes at this moment.
The Clear Shadow Sword in his hand vibrated with a humming sound, as if it were wailing.
Between heaven and earth, there was silence.
The numerous powerhouses of the Tianjian Sect were completely silent, staring dumbfounded at Xu Changsheng lying motionless on the ground, devoid of any signs of life, still unable to believe what they were seeing.
In the void.
Figures like Liaochen Taoist and Shen Yan, powerful beings from various major sects, were also pursing their lips, at a loss for words.
Every person felt as if there was a heavy rock firmly lodged in their heart.
Terrifying oppression that made it hard to breathe.
The complexity of emotions reached an extreme.
