But why?!
Why is his power so terrifying to this extent?!
This is definitely not the power an ordinary Tier Three can possess.
The intelligence was ridiculously wrong!
Crack!
A crisp bone-breaking sound that made teeth ache echoed.
Decisive and clean, without a hint of messiness.
The fear and all the questions in the Martial Saint's eyes instantly solidified and shattered, finally turning into a gray desolation of deathly silence.
Fang Qingyu released his hand expressionlessly.
The body, quickly losing vitality, slid softly into the rubble and dust at the bottom of the pit.
"Old Li!!!"
Outside the pit, two voices filled with shock and anger cried out simultaneously!
The other two Peak Martial Saints' eyes were about to burst!
They had just barely struggled free from Shenxiao's impact and paralysis, their qi blood surging, internal organs injured, and were about to rush to rescue, only to see their comrade's throat crushed in an instant.
Too fast! Too ruthless!
