The moment Jing Hongchen saw that head, his expression stiffened.
After all, he knew better than anyone who its owner was.
It belonged to that benevolent-looking old man.
That old man had effortlessly swindled the important Level Nine Soul Tool, Hongchen's Blessing, from his hands.
Along with several other Level Nine Soul Tools, causing him devastating losses.
That old man, who appeared so kindly on the surface, had guarded Shrek Academy for countless years. He was Shrek Academy's true pillar.
Jing Hongchen had imagined that they might meet again someday—perhaps on the battlefield, perhaps with him being killed by the other man.
He had considered all sorts of possibilities, but there was one thing he had never imagined.
That one day, he would see the other man's head inside the wooden box in his hands.
And the person who had delivered that wooden box was his granddaughter's husband—or rather, his most prized disciple.
Seeing the horror, even shock, in Jing Hongchen's eyes,
Li Qingming calmly picked up the teacup beside him and took a light sip.
His expression remained as calm as ever.
Only after a long while did Jing Hongchen silently set down the box. He looked at Li Qingming with complicated eyes, then quietly drew a breath.
"How did you do this? He was an Ultimate Douluo. Do you realize just how terrifying and powerful his identity was?"
"How did you kill him, kid? He wasn't some cabbage by the roadside. He was truly the strongest man in the world."
As Jing Hongchen spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze remained fixed on Li Qingming.
For the first time, there was no longer the air of an elder looking at a junior in his eyes, but rather the expression of someone facing an equal.
His posture and sitting