635 Parting the Clouds!

Many cultivators in the Dao Palace had noticed the commotion and rushed over. They kept a distance, but Wang Baole could see the shock and disbelief on their faces as well as hear their heavy breathing.

"Baole, you…"

"Wang Baole, what are you doing?"

Wang Baole didn't turn around as he listened to the gasps of shock. He could hear the approaching footsteps of Sect Lord Xu, Zhao Yameng, and the others. He stared at the weakened Feng Qiuran silently, then slowly narrowed his eyes. Then, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed lightning-quick. A lash of wind whipped out and pierced through Feng Qiuran's forehead.

Feng Qiuran froze, and her eyes widened as bitterness, and a whole array of emotions, shone in her eyes. She stared unblinkingly at Wang Baole before finally dying!