As Qin Zheng emerged from the river water,
Wei Wuji's gaze immediately fixed on the dragon head he was dragging in his hand.
Both of its horns had already been forcefully broken, one of which was directly thrust into its eye, with blood flowing profusely.
At the center of its forehead, an opening had been carved, and the demon core inside had already disappeared.
This monster, which had troubled his heart for decades,
and had stirred turmoil across Qingzhou, nearly causing a great upheaval.
It had died just like that.
A hint of exclamation and a trace of daze were evident in Wei Wuji's eyes.
"You..."
Following that, his gaze shifted to Qin Zheng.
Even though he was trying hard to control his emotions,
the look he gave Qin Zheng was still filled with astonishment.
Only after a few moments did he suddenly smile, as if in exclamation, and said comfortingly, "Very good!"
He had never seen anyone with such formidable talent!
