"Qin'er!" Si Kongxuan roared, his figure abruptly shooting forward. Yet the moment he took a step, he felt a violent impact in his chest, followed by piercing pain. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth.
Bang.
A crisp sound rang out, accompanied by the crack of breaking bones. Lin Taichu tossed Si Kongqin before Si Kongxuan.
"Qin'er!" Si Kongxuan's body suddenly froze as he stared blankly at Si Kongqin, who had fallen into his arms.
Si Kongqin's face was twisted in extreme hatred, her eyes filled with venom as she furiously roared, "Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"
As her words fell, the last shred of consciousness in Si Kongqin's mind vanished, and her aura gradually faded away.
Si Kongqin was dead!
"Qin'er!" Si Kongxuan cried out in unbearable grief. He then dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his aged face as his heart felt as though it were being cut by blades. His heart sank to the depths. How could Qin'er have died like this?
"Father." Si Kong Mengxiao was equally unable to believe what she saw. That incomparably noble Princess had fallen before her very eyes.
Lin Taichu stood to one side, quietly watching everything. His expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple, as though killing an ant was not worth mentioning to him.
"Si Kongxuan." He slowly spoke the three words, cold light flashing from his eyes as he said icily, "Since things have come to this, let it all end!"
As his words fell, the sound of a sword cry echoed through the void. A dazzling sword light shot forth, piercing Yunxiao. Wherever it passed, the void trembled. Terrifying sword qi swept across the heavens like a streak of silk, slashing toward Si Kongxuan.
Si Kongxuan raised his head toward the descending sword