"Qin Hong!"
"Bastard, just you wait! I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!"
Looking at Qin Hong lying on the ground, the Qin Family elders' faces twisted, their eyes brimming with chilling malice.
They had never imagined that Qin Hong would actually lose to Shen Xiu. Qin Hong was a bona fide Seven Tribulations powerhouse, far stronger than ordinary Six Tribulations experts.
"Hmph, you bunch of trash can only hide behind these lowly ants. I, Qin Hong—why would I fear you?!"
Yet just as Qin Hong finished speaking, Shen Xiu let out a cold laugh. In an instant, the pitch-black longsword transformed into a black dragon, piercing through the void and appearing before Qin Hong's chest.
"Ah!!"
Qin Hong let out a shrill scream. Then he saw that his chest had actually been pierced through by a single sword strike, blood seeping from the wound.
"Qin Hong, you're far too weak."
"I merely swung my sword casually, and you were already unable to withstand it."
"Do you still want to resist?"
Shen Xiu looked at Qin Hong mockingly. "In that case, go die!"
A cold gleam flashed in Shen Xiu's eyes. Then he pulled back the spear and gave it a fierce tug.
Screech!
Black flames sprang from the pitch-black spear, then wrapped around Qin Hong at an incomparably terrifying speed.
"Ahhh!!"
Qin Hong could not help but let out a shrill scream, the agonizing pain making his entire body tremble.
Puchi!
Puchi!
But just as his cries faded, Shen Xiu's sword continuously slashed across Qin Hong's body. The pitch-black spear carved hundreds of wounds into Qin Hong's flesh, crimson blood streaming endlessly from those wounds before being swiftly burned away by the terrifying black demonic flames.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Qin Hong howled madly, his voice filled with