"Great! Xiao Feng, well done! Hahaha..."
At last, it was Duanmu Qingshan who broke the silence.
Seeing the strikingly astounding sword strike by Ling Feng, Duanmu Qingshan felt as if his blood was set ablaze.
His own disciple, how is he such an extraordinary anomaly!
His sword techniques, even his eye power couldn't catch a trace.
By the time he realized what happened, he had already seen Luo Yan's head hit the ground.
The Elders, Stewards, and Disciples of the Wenxian Sect were all dumbfounded, then a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes: perhaps today, the Wenxian Sect wouldn't be annihilated!
Elder Yao's murky eyes regained a trace of clarity.
Could it be that Junior Duanmu's disciple could truly save the sect from this unprecedented crisis?
"Little beast!"
Xue Hongyi narrowed his eyes, his body erupting with killing intent that swept out, "Boy, I think you're tired of living!"
"Hmph!"
