Demons tremble, spirits flee!
This phrase comes from the "Golden Light Spell," usually used for self-cultivation and longevity.
But in Kun Yun's hands, combined with that purple talisman, its destructive power is terrifying.
A golden light flashed on Wang Sicong's chest, so blinding that Xu Xianrong had to shield her eyes with her hand.
Boom~
After a loud crash that made the ground tremble, Xu Xianrong finally moved her hand away from her eyes. Taking a close look, she saw Wang Sicong already lying on the ground. There was now a hole the size of a fist on his right chest, penetrating front to back!
What was once his lung was now a bloody mess, with ribs shattered into powder mixed in blood, nauseating to behold.
Bright, eye-piercing blood flowed all over the ground, unmistakably dead.
"Dead..." Xu Xianrong muttered in disbelief, her mouth agape.
Xu Xianrong had seen death before; she'd even sent over a dozen souls to their graves.
