Bing Chengzi, watching the battle, saw Yan Zhuixing blasted into four pieces by Yue Qianchou. His body swayed, on the verge of collapse, and his pale face turned even whiter in an instant...
Yet Yue Qianchou seemed afraid Yan Zhuixing might rise from the dead again. The Azure Fire flying swords within his sleeves continued to pour forth without end, savagely bombarding the falling remains. The streaking swords instantly blasted a huge pit into the ground with a crackling barrage.
Yue Qianchou leaped to the edge of the pit, showing no intention of stopping. The flying swords rose and fell at high speed, wildly bombarding the pit...
"Afraid you're not dead, afraid you're not dead... Come back to life for me, then. Come back to life for me..." Yue Qianchou guarded the pit's edge, muttering as though crazed while relentlessly controlling the dense swarm of Azure Fire flying swords.
Li Duxing, who had no idea what was going on, revealed an incredulous expression. He slowly turned to Wen Lanfeng, his eyes full of questions, seemingly asking what deep-seated hatred Yue Qianchou had against Yan Zhuixing. The man had already been blasted into mush, yet Yue Qianchou still would not let him go. This was a little too excessive.
Wen Lanfeng, holding Lu Yanqing in his arms, was speechless. On the small hill, Crocodile Immortal Lord turned to look toward the horizon. He truly could not bear to watch any longer. With a long sigh in his heart... What a talent!
Nong Zhu flashed to Yue Qianchou's side and craned his neck to peer into the pit. Yan Zhuixing had long since been reduced to scraps. The pit contained nothing but dirt blasted everywhere; not even the tiniest fragment of a corpse remained. Nong Zhu asked suspiciously, "He should be dead,