The Poison Shadow Sect elder lay embedded in the rubble, his eyes wide open, filled with unwillingness, fear, and... deathly stillness.
Black blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs kept spilling from his mouth. His neck lolled to one side, and he stopped moving altogether.
The night breeze swept past, and an eerie silence settled over the rear courtyard of the Rain-Listening Waterside Pavilion.
Xiong Shaoqing kept his foot raised, the corner of his mouth twitching violently several times.
Fuck, he died?
Xiong Shaoqing let out a deafening roar inside his head. Bro, are you trying to scam me? I only gave you one fucking slap! I didn't even use a Soul Skill, and you died just like that?
You're a full-fledged Soul Ancestor. Are your bones made of paper?
He hurriedly crouched down to check the old man's breathing. It was as faint as a thread, his heart had abruptly stopped, and he was thoroughly dead.
That was careless.
Xiong Shaoqing slapped his thigh in frustration. He had forgotten that this old dog had only had his breastbone shattered by a kick a few days ago. His injuries had not properly healed, and his internal organs were already terribly fragile.
Although he had not used his full strength in that slap, the powerful shock had directly severed the man's heart meridians...
Chapter 112: A Sudden Wind Ripples a Pool of Spring Water
My premium blood bag! My sustainable development project! Gone, just like that.
Xiong Shaoqing looked at the elder's cold body on the ground, heartbroken. His gaze was like that of someone looking at a gold mine that had collapsed halfway through excavation.
Not far away, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who had just finished off the last few Poison Shadow Sect assassins, happened to see Xiong