Bab 592: The Gathering of Ancient Kings

"This is the last gift I will give you," Third Young Master Qiong declared, a triumphant gleam in his eyes as the myriad elixir enveloped Qin Huai.

But in mere moments, the colossal myriad elixir, renowned for its overwhelming power, began to diminish rapidly.

"It can't be," muttered Third Young Master Qiong, disbelief evident in his narrowed eyes. He could only watch as the myriad elixir transformed into a minuscule speck of light, nestling in Qin Huai's outstretched hand.

Whoosh! 

The winds surged, gusting with such ferocity that Third Young Master Qiong had to shield himself. The very bones within him began to resonate with a sonorous roar. Before he could react, the bone-chilling sound of bones cracking filled the air, followed by the eerie sound of a body being impaled.