A blade and a fist collided at the same time.
The collision of these two forces produced a magnificent feeling like fireworks.
When the dust settled, the two of them had already separated.
A satisfied smile appeared on Ju Wuwei's face.
"You're really strong. I'm far inferior to you. However, to be able to slash out this blade, I have no regrets in dying."
A terrifying bloody hole appeared in his abdomen.
His entire internal qi was rapidly decreasing. He gently threw the blade away.
The Tiger Wing was inserted into the ground as he turned to Qin Yu and smiled.
"Take this Tiger Wing for me, and let me witness the talents of this Saint Kingdom for myself."
As he said this, he fell heavily to the ground and completely lost his internal qi.
"Rest in peace."
Ming Xie smiled and coughed.
A tearing feeling instantly surged into his divine soul.