Wei Qing stiffened, looking down at his lower abdomen to see a White Bone Sword deeply plunged into it, the hand holding the longsword's handle belonged to golden scales.
Blood gushed from his mouth, disbelievingly staring at the longsword pierced into his abdomen, then slowly raised his head.
Golden scales stared back calmly, but there was no trace of gentleness in his expression anymore. His eyes were extremely cold, as if regarding a stranger.
This sudden change shocked everyone present, who couldn't believe what they were seeing from golden scales.
Golden scales flicked his wrist, withdrawing the longsword swiftly. A fountain of blood shot forth from Wei Qing's belly, splashing several meters forward.
"Ah, spit, after faking such grace and goodness for so many years, it makes me want to vomit, and today it finally comes to an end!" golden scales flicked the fresh blood off the sword, saying so with great impatience.