"Dead for sure!" the onlookers inwardly sighed. Qin Yan was the most outstanding disciple of the Jiu Xuan Star Lord Palace. He cultivated stellar power and possessed extremely formidable combat strength, rarely encountering rivals within the same realm.
Qin Yan's punch was enough to suppress an existence at the peak of the fourth level of the Origin Emperor Realm.
A palm print descended from the sky, its wind howling as the entire void turned incomparably violent. Faintly, the crowd seemed to hear a crisp sound, as though metal had shattered.
Qin Yan looked incomparably proud. He was confident that this palm strike would crush Lin Taichu into dust.
However, in the next instant, his expression suddenly froze. An aura of extreme danger rushed toward him, and a sword cry abruptly rang out. Looking up, he saw a white longsword pierce through his body from the front.
The white longsword released a brilliant sword light, peerlessly sharp, like an invincible divine weapon. In an instant, blood sprayed out and stained the sky.
"Ah..." Qin Yan screamed. He wanted to resist, but it was all futile. The longsword passed through his back and violently nailed his body to the ground.
Endless starlight surged into his body, making him tremble violently. His face was filled with agony, as though he were suffering immense torment.
"How is this possible..." The North Star Holy Son stared dumbfoundedly at the scene, his mouth hanging open for a long time.
He had personally watched Qin Yan unleash that terrifying attack, yet in the blink of an eye, Qin Yan had become a corpse lying on the ground. And the one who had killed Qin Yan was merely someone at the seventh level of the Origin Mansion Realm.
"Senior Brother Qin!" Many people looked terrified, their hearts pounding