Lu Ming indeed gave him not the slightest hope of continuing to live. Hard on the heels of his kick, he swung the Longevity Giant Spear in his hands again and brought it cleaving down from the sky with tremendous force, a blow that could kill him outright.
With a boom, Qian Yuquan raised both arms to block the giant spear cleaving down from the heavens. The spear's tremendous force did not abate. Qian Yuquan gritted his teeth, and with two bangs, his arms vanished into clouds of bloody mist. His body was smashed straight from the sky to the ground, burying him halfway in the earth.
"Your life shall be an offering to the Primordial Soul Sect!"
With that shout, Lu Ming reached out his great hand, plucked Qian Yuquan's head clean off, and squeezed hard. With a bang, it became bloody mist that drifted through the air.
Startled by the sound as the smell of blood reached them, everyone present stopped fighting and turned their eyes toward Lu Ming.
This incident had grown serious. With the Holy Sons of two great Sacred Lands dying in a single day, towering waves would sweep across the entire Venerable Domain. And Lu Ming, this Holy Son of Primordial Soul newly arrived from Eastern Ridge, had made his name in a single battle.
"Lu Ming, by killing Holy Son Qian Yuan, you have brought disaster upon your Primordial Soul."
As the voice rang out, Li Dao Hong appeared before everyone in a flash. Everyone knew that this seemingly ordinary old man was the Sacred Lord patriarch of the Li Dragon Tribe. His cultivation was said to stand head and shoulders above the other Five Sacred Lords.
"Primordial Soul and Qian Yuan already had a blood feud. If Qian Yuan was strong, then