This sudden turn of events happened far too quickly, so quickly that He Jianqiang did not even have time to react. The moment before, he was brimming with smugness, relying on the presence of the He Family ancestor to completely suppress and slaughter everyone from Niu Family Village, including Ning Wangshu, in order to avenge Lin Yuan.
Unexpectedly, the very next moment, he watched his own ancestor suffer a tragic death right on the spot.
Furthermore, he was slapped to death by Ning Wangshu just as easily as swatting a fly...
For He Jianqiang, this felt quite literally like plunging straight from heaven into hell!
His entire body felt as though it had fallen into an ice cellar!
A blank, dazed haze filled his eyes as he found himself completely unable to believe or accept everything happening before him.
"He, he's dead?! An, ancestor... The ancestor is dead! No, impossible, this is impossible! The ancestor... The ancestor was at the Dividing Soul Stage cultivation, ho, how could he be slapped to death by someone with a single palm!"
"This isn't real! It's an illusion, it must be an illusion!"
He Jianqiang breathed heavily, muttering with a dazed and vacant expression as he tried to force himself to believe that everything just now was merely an illusion and a fake.
However, the reality was right before his eyes, and the blood mist from He Songxiao's shattered body had not even completely dispersed yet. No matter how unwilling he was to believe it, he had no choice but to accept it.
For a moment, the haze and blankness on He Jianqiang's face were gradually replaced by grief and indignation. He looked at the spot where He Songxiao had been standing just moments ago, stared at the slowly dissipating blood mist, and finally