Sizzle.
Sizzle.
The Thunderbolt Hammer in Qin Potian's hand kept rumbling. The surrounding villagers all turned their heads away in fear, not daring to look at the tragedy about to unfold.
With their level of cultivation, even if they wanted to help, they lacked the strength to save those two children. Though the town mayor might indeed have problems, this was the place where they had lived for generations, and they had families of their own.
If they failed to bring Qin Potian down completely this time, those who had bravely stepped forward would undoubtedly pay a painful price.
"Kid, do you have any last words?"
Hu Liena used all her strength to whisper softly to Qin Potian.
"Run. Leave me behind. Take the news back and avenge me." Hu Liena did not know how many times Meng Xuanji's transfer ability could be used. His current strength was rather unclear in her mind.
If Meng Xuanji had not chosen to teleport away, then his soul skill was most likely on cooldown.
"Miss, you're not really delivering your last words, are you?" Meng Xuanji gently held the beauty in his arms tighter.
"Don't worry. After tonight, every evildoer will die, and hope and justice will be upheld. We will all return to Spirit Hall alive."
"Enough with the stalling. If you have nothing else to say, then die." Qin Potian gradually lost his patience. He raised the Thunderbolt Hammer in his hand and began gathering Soul Power.
"Second Soul Skill, Thunderbolt Blast Hammer."
"Stop!"
A solemn, commanding voice suddenly rang out from above Heavenly Spring Town.
Members of Spirit Hall emerged from every direction. Leading them was Skylark, the chief deacon of the Spirit Hall Branch.
Skylark flapped his wings and descended from the sky. In an instant, the outskirts of