Seeing her slowly close her eyes, the smile on Huangfuming's face also faded as he said, "Hold her well." As soon as he finished speaking, a person in a black robe reached out from behind and took Ning Xiaoxian over. This person's entire body was hidden within the robe, only revealing a pair of small and slender hands, surprisingly a woman's.
He suddenly gave Xu Liangyu a couple of light kicks to the chest, saying, "How many Immortals at the late-stage Tribulation Crossing and above does the Washing Sword Pavilion have?"
Xu Liangyu panted, "Only Grandmaster Wu..."
Huangfuming nodded, "Very well, you are of no use now." He pressed down with his foot, followed by the soft cracking sounds, immediately followed by Xu Liangyu's scream of agony—his chest caved in, the ribs fractured cleanly, five or six sharp bone fragments simultaneously pierced into the heart.
