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"Oh? Still not dead? Not bad, not bad..." Ancestor Minghe's figure floated in mid-air, above him was an endless Blood Sea, looking down on the great canyon formed by the swing of the Yuan Slaughter Sword. Naturally, he could feel that Qiongqi was still alive, his eyebrows raised slightly.
In the midst of speaking, the Yuan Slaughter Sword was raised again.
Standing beside, Lingyu glanced at Qiongqi lying in the canyon, her eyes somewhat sad. Although he was a bad person, after all, he seemed quite nice to her before, even telling her jokes to listen to.
However, her master now intended to kill him. Lingyu wanted to speak up and stop him, but the master was very strict, and she didn't dare to speak.
Moreover, he was a bad person; he even wanted to eat her father's flesh.
Lingyu, young as she was, found herself in a difficult position at this time, unsure of what to do.
"Wait a moment, Sect Hierarch!"
