Bab 357: I Can Only Use My Soul To Interfere

Puchi!

Before he could finish his sentence, his neck was cut off by an extremely sharp sleeved sword.

That sleeved sword was the same one he had shot at Su Han earlier.

Su Han snorted coldly.

Any crooked melon would dare to make a ruckus in front of him?

At the last moment of his life, Number 85 did not understand how he died. He only felt a chill on his neck, and then his head was separated from his body.

Plop.

The headless body fell heavily to the ground.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone felt their lips dry and could not say a word. They stared at Number 85 on the ground with wide eyes.

He died just like that?

He did not even finish his sentence before his head was removed?

Everyone looked at the translucent sleeve sword that fell to the ground and gradually felt a chill in their hearts.

They raised their heads and looked at the youth in the sky with trembling eyes.