Ashes

Marquis Tuodong had fallen!

From Shen Qian's sudden attack to Marquis Tuodong's death, the entire process had taken no more than three breaths.

Such ferocious combat power utterly stunned the Witch Clan's Wang Hous.

Even if No. 56, the strongest person present, had acted, he absolutely could not have killed a Taiyi Golden Immortal within three breaths.

Shen Qian's terrifying strength had completely exceeded No. 56's expectations.

After Marquis Zhaoyuan and Duke of Yanshan, Shen Qian had slain another Wang Hou. Counting Jiang Chengye as well, he had killed four Wang Hous in a single day!

Such a record might truly have been enough to rival the Nine Kings at the height of their power.

For Shen Qian, at the moment Marquis Tuodong perished, the boulder weighing on his heart ever since Big Shot Gao's death finally loosened somewhat.

Although some fish had still slipped through the net, such as Marquis Yongye, whose whereabouts remained unknown, he had at least personally slain most of his enemies. That counted as some measure of recompense.

The next moment, Shen Qian's slightly relaxed expression tightened again, because the killing attacks from more than a dozen Witch Clan Wang Hous surged over him like a tide.

The dazzling radiance, brimming with the meaning of death, instantly swallowed Shen Qian's position. In the perceptions of the Witch Clan powerhouses, the powerful aura Shen Qian had just released also began to weaken.

As the light faded, a figure emerged clearly from within.

Shen Qian stood in midair, more than half his body covered in wounds. Clearly, he had suffered serious injuries under the combined attack of the Witch Clan Wang Hous.

Yet before the Witch Clan Wang Hous could breathe a sigh of relief, ten points of starlike light suddenly lit up across Shen Qian's body.