Clang! Crack! Splurt!
The three sounds rang out almost at the same instant.
The moment the two blades met, the battle saber on which Liu Tongxing had pinned his hopes for survival abruptly shattered beneath Qin Shaofeng's Ghost Three Slashes.
Immediately afterward, Qin Shaofeng's blade severed his head from his shoulders.
Yet as the three sounds rang out, Liu Tongxing's heart remained filled with disbelief.
My battle saber couldn't even hold out for an instant?
It shattered instantly?
Both are nearly top-tier battle sabers in this world—why is the gap so vast?
If it had truly been a battle saber from this world, the difference naturally would not have been so great.
Only...
Qin Shaofeng did not know what he had been thinking before death.
Even if he had known, he would not have bothered to clear up his confusion.
After striking that one blow,
Qin Shaofeng's gaze turned toward the others.
"Three dealt with. Three remain."
The final three could truly be considered the middle tier among the six in terms of combat strength.
The other Heavenly Venerate Realm expert was among them.
Upon hearing Qin Shaofeng's words, all three began trembling violently.
When that Heavenly Venerate Realm expert shouted, "Run!" the three turned and fled at the same time.
Even Liu Tongxing could not block a single strike from this boy.
And they were supposed to stop him?
Wasn't that simply a fool's dream?
The three were clever, too.
Knowing full well how formidable Qin Shaofeng was, they did not dare flee in the same direction.
Though they had not discussed it beforehand, they scattered in three completely different directions.
"As expected of Rogue Cultivators. Their experience in escaping for their lives is indeed greater than that of sect disciples." Qin Shaofeng grinned.
"Uncle Qin, hurry and chase