Qin Jiuge stood before them as the invisible power of Fortune gathered once more, letting them witness with their own eyes a scene so tragic it would make heaven and earth weep.
Qiongqi, Rakshasa Ghost, and the others beside them wore even uglier expressions. Their figures froze completely in place, and they could not even be bothered to move a fraction.
The two exchanged a glance, and thoughts of retreat rose in both their hearts.
Qiongqi in particular was the target of their entire group, directly marked by the Heavenly Mystery Old Man.
If his little heart was not afraid, that would have been truly strange.
Vermilion Bird could be reborn through the Nirvana method, but that did not mean Qiongqi could do the same.
So if he died, he would truly be dead.
And clearly, at this point, the Heaven-Breaking Fan was already of no use whatsoever.
Chimei-Wangliang had not deceived them, but his strength was insufficient. To these Old Monsters, that was not much different from deception.
Failure was failure. Any excuse made for failure was merely the cowardly wail of the incompetent, something the world had never bothered to spare a glance for. That was only natural.
Chimei-Wangliang was already suffering the backlash of his secret art. He kept coughing blood in midair, and his face turned pale and ugly within mere moments.
Qin Jiuge cast him an indifferent glance, then raised his hand and brought down his blade. The Heaven-Slaying Blade in his right hand slashed down, piercing straight through the other man's heart.
"Am I going to die?"
Chimei-Wangliang muttered to himself.
Qin Jiuge merely shrugged, then flicked his blade upward. Chimei-Wangliang's Origin was instantly seized completely into Qin Jiuge's palm.
Chimei-Wangliang was dead. Another old monster from Ancient Times had died.
A mournful cry