Hong Qing’s Death

"You… You…"

Upon hearing Duan Ling Tian's words, Hong Qing regained his senses. There was fear in his eyes, and he could not even complete his sentence. He desperately tried to retract his spirit saber with all his might, but he realized that the spirit saber that was held in the purple-clad young man's hand felt like it was rooted to the spot. It did not even budge an inch.

"Y-You're a Void Transformation martial artist?" Hong Qing gasped and asked in a trembling voice. He stared at Duan Ling Tian with dread in his eyes.

Duan Ling Tian did not answer Hong Qing. Nobody noticed when but a bright smile had already crept up on Duan Ling Tian's face as he asked rhetorically, "Why? I thought you were going to kill me?"

The bright smile on Duan Ling Tian's face entered Hong Qing's sight. It was exactly like a devil's smile.

A gleam flashed quickly across Hong Qing's pair of terrified eyes. Without any hesitation, he swiftly let go of the spirit saber.

Whoosh!