Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, Qiao Zhennan panicked for a moment.
However, before he could even speak, Ning Wangshu already pressed a finger right between his eyebrows!
"Hum!"
Qiao Zhennan only felt a sudden roar echo in his mind, instantly losing self-awareness as his gaze turned blank and dazed...
A moment later, Ning Wangshu let out a soft breath, slowly withdrawing the finger from between Qiao Zhennan's eyebrows.
He glanced at him again, a strange look flashing slightly in his eyes.
I didn't expect that this sword art of his was truly acquired from an ancient immortal mansion! However, for such a supreme sword art to fall into this man's hands is truly a waste of a heavenly treasure!
He never truly comprehended the many profound mysteries of this sword art, yet he assumed he had grasped it and directly began practicing.
Naturally, he managed to practice it, and its might is not unimpressive, but compared to the true power of this sword art... he only brought out the tip of the iceberg!
Ning Wangshu glanced at Qiao Zhennan, who was still in a daze, and silently shook his head.
Immediately, without waiting for Qiao Zhennan to regain consciousness, he reached out with another finger, stimulating a surge of spiritual energy that landed right between his eyebrows...
Qiao Zhennan, still in a trance, let out a muffled grunt as his eyes suddenly widened, killing him on the spot!
Until his death, he had no idea how he had died.
Looking at his corpse, Ning Wangshu casually conjured a wisp of true fire, letting it fall onto the body.
In an instant.
Qiao Zhennan's corpse was instantly enveloped by raging flames, turning into wisps of green smoke that dissipated in a flash, leaving behind not a trace of its existence...
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