At this moment, the Dao shadow in green in the eyes of Twelve Young Master Yuan and the others was like a world-shaking fiend!
Yet they had forgotten how they themselves had come secretly to the Land of the First Cosmos with malicious intent, seeking to kick a man when he was down and seize Li Qingyun's Seed of a Saint.
"Yuan Han, there was no grudge between you and me, so this Daoist gave you a chance! Pity you were useless..."
Ignoring the young disciples, Li Qingyun looked coolly at Yuan Han, the former Great Commander of the Abyss Clan.
"Die!"
Then he lightly pointed a finger, as casually as dusting away dirt.
"Li Qingyun, don't go too far! Are you planning to kill us all? Do you truly intend to break completely with my clan?"
Yuan Han was greatly alarmed. Dark mystical divine radiance surged around him as he tried to block the attack.
Unfortunately, that finger phantom utterly ignored his resistance. It casually pierced through his protective divine light before landing upon his forehead.
"Urgh..."
His body suddenly went limp. Yuan Han felt all strength drain from him in an instant, while the light in his eyes dimmed into dead silence.
His corpse crashed heavily down.
Ah! As Twelve Young Master Yuan and several other young disciples of the main branch watched the two elders' corpses fall through deep space, they finally collapsed completely.
"Brother Li, spare... spare my life..."
His knees buckled. Twelve Young Master Yuan, a dignified Saint Descendant, was actually the first to kneel. Tears and snot streamed down his face as he begged miserably for mercy. His Dao heart had truly broken.
Yuan Shiyi and the rest were even more pathetic. They all dropped to their knees, begging only to be spared.
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