บท 663: That Familiar Figure

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Just as he raised his head, wanting to see what it was, an incident suddenly happened.

With a flash of golden light, his head flew up, and blood spurted out.

Even when his head kept spinning in the air, he still could not figure out what was going on.

He was killed?

A dignified third-level Mystic Immortal like him was killed before he could even utter a word?

The speed of the other party's attack was so fast that he simply could not believe it.

Yet whether he dared to believe it or not, it did not matter anymore. That was because he was completely dead.

However, even though he was dead, the battle did not stop. On the contrary, it had only just begun.

In the instant that he died, the jade token that belonged to him in the Qing Luo demonic sect's ancestral temple exploded with a bang and turned into dregs.

The Grand Elders and sect leaders were all shocked, and their faces were filled with disbelief.