"Star Picking Pavilion Auction? Eleven years later?" Jian Wushuang frowned slightly.
Jian Wushuang knew that San Shouwang did not lie or rather dared not lie.
"Jian Yi, I've already told you everything I know and there's no enmity between us, why don't you..." Jian Wushuang who was in front of him had already swung out his long sword before San Shouwang could finish his words.
A cold sword-light swept toward San Shouwang.
Under the huge divine aura pressure, San Shouwang could not move or resist the attack!
"No!"
"Jian Yi, my eldest brother is the Star Picking Pavilion Golden Chief. He'll avenge me!"
San Shouwang only had time to let out a terrible scream before his head was cut off and tossed away.
