"Over there!" Wenren Meiqiao, who had released her Divine Sense and True Yuan, sensed Zong Zijin's fleeing aura from kilometers away and immediately changed her direction for pursuit. "The distance is around seven or eight kilometers, but I'll definitely be able to reach him in two or three minutes at most."
Just as she adjusted her direction for a full-speed chase, Shen Qiang, with a Divine Sense extending thirty miles, raised his sword-like brows: "Oh, she's found out. Game over."
As soon as the words were spoken.
Thunder suddenly boomed in the clear sky.
In an instant.
Consistently following Zong Zijin from behind, Shen Qiang suddenly surpassed him from behind to the front.
Splurt!
Blood spurted along with his head flying off, as the shocked Zong Zijin stared at Shen Qiang's figure, and the agilely rotating surgical knife in his hand. Then he watched in horror as his own body was torn to pieces.
At this moment, he was unable to utter a single plea.
Thud.
