Nangong's Death

Wang Xian froze for a moment, then laughed.

Jingjing replied calmly, "Don't worry. By tomorrow, I'll have forgotten you. Next year, no one will be burning incense or tending your grave!"

"Pfft!"

Shangguan Ruoyan had held in her grievances for days, but at that moment, she couldn't help bursting into laughter.

If you wanted to know what kind of words could kill a man, Wang Xian was right before you.

The boy spoke those heart-piercing words without a trace of killing intent, as casually as if nothing in the world could trouble him.

Before Nangong Long could swing his sword, Wang Xian suddenly bared his teeth in a grin and then slammed out a punch.

"Rumble!"

A fist containing the power of the Divine Dragon suddenly swept out from before Wang Xian, heading straight for Nangong Long.

Nangong Long remained composed. He suddenly stepped forward and swung his sword.

As a cultivator at the peak of Spirit Transformation, he had merely made a casual slash!

"Clang!"

The slash immediately halted the fist force Wang Xian had unleashed, while the spiritual energy around Nangong Long began to burn—and even be annihilated.

Without a word, Wang Xian threw another punch, this time carrying a trace of chaos energy.

"Rumble!"

The void before them erupted with a terrifying boom. A dreadful torrent of Sword Qi swept across, slashing toward Wang Xian!

Shangguan Ruoyan hadn't expected Nangong Long to strike Wang Xian's fist with his sword.

She could hardly believe that the seemingly frail boy before her possessed such terrifying physical strength!

In an instant, the void was annihilated.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them glimmered like scattered starlight, bursting into flames in a flash.

At the sight, Nangong Long's expression darkened.

He glanced around, then turned to look at Shangguan