Boom!
The instant Wang Hao struck, Gui Daoran and Chen Feng attacked as well.
The weak clone was blasted into ashes in the blink of an eye.
But no matter how weak that clone had been, the damage it inflicted on Wang Shanhuo was ultimately fatal.
"Hahaha!"
"My dear disciple, enjoy the price of being a good person."
"There is still far more suffering in this world waiting for you!"
Wang Hao's voice echoed on the wind, while Liu Yidao stood rooted to the spot in utter shock.
He had never imagined that Wang Shanhuo would die so abruptly, so absurdly.
"Yidao, my condolences—"
Jun Lin had barely begun to offer a few words of comfort when Liu Yidao raised a hand to stop him.
Liu Yidao slowly walked to where Wang Shanhuo had died, grabbed a handful of bloodstained dirt, and said,
"Jun Lin, when Shan Huo heard that I was planning to kill her, what do you think she was feeling?"
"Was she afraid? Did she hate me? Or was she prepared to face death calmly?"
"After all, I told her long ago that I would kill her."
Seeing Liu Yidao's state, Jun Lin did not know what to say for a moment.
Chen Feng, standing nearby, said, "Many things are only cherished once they have been lost."
"Demon Cultivators may seem free and unfettered beneath heaven and earth, but in truth, they have cast aside the most beautiful things in life."
"For you to end up like this today, you can only blame yourself."
Hearing that, Liu Yidao turned to Chen Feng and said,
"I heard long ago that the Undertaker had found, in the Pill Epoch, a promising talent no less exceptional than the Sword God."
"I never expected a sword cultivator to be this handsome.