Ma Hongjun Dies! Qian Daochen's Sword Sends a Head Rolling!

The color completely drained from Ma Hongjun's face.

"Don't!"

"Senior, I truly know I was wrong!"

"Tang San wants the Deep Sea Sinking Silver Mother too!"

"They were the ones who sent me! If you're looking for someone, go find them!"

"Don't kill me!"

Qian Daochen did not respond.

He turned around and continued walking forward.

His white robes passed by Ma Hongjun.

The ancient sword at his waist remained in its scabbard.

Ma Hongjun froze.

He thought he had survived.

Just as the joy of escaping death appeared on his face, a hair-thin sword mark emerged across his neck.

The sword mark was shallow.

There was no flash of sword light.

Nor was there any fluctuation of Soul Power.

A moment later.

Blood slowly seeped from the sword mark.

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth.

His head slid from his neck.

Bang.

His obese body collapsed in the middle of the road.

His eyes were still fixed in the direction Qian Daochen had left.

That ancient sword had never left its sheath.

Qian Daochen did not look back either.

A mere wisp of sword intent had passed through.

And a human head had already fallen to the ground.

The figure in white walked into the night and soon vanished from sight.

Heaven Dou City.

Inside the inn where the Shrek Academy group was staying.

Tang San sat at the table.

Sheets of hidden weapon blueprints were spread across its surface.

Buddha's Fury Lotus.

Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles.

Peacock Plume.

These were all among the highest-ranked hidden weapons of the Tang Sect.

Tang San's fingers slowly traced over the blueprints.

As long as Ma Hongjun brought back the Deep Sea Sinking Silver Mother, he could soon begin forging them.

The hidden weapons from his previous life, enough to make even