章節 241: The Script

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Along with the dreadful scream, Song Qianji summoned the magic treasure, which flew through the sky, leaving a trail of blood behind.

The glass sword didn't pursue the magic treasure, hovering in mid-air.

Looking at the bloody raindrops, He Wei showed a cold expression in his eyes.

Song Qianji's body had been pierced through, and his Dao Tree and Sword Pill were all destroyed, so he had no chance to survive the attack. He was knocked thirty feet away and dropped to the ground, lifeless.

He Wei waved his sleeve a few times, a few sparkles drifting out, and soon the sparkles turned into the hot flames on Song Qianji's corpse, burning it to ashes instantly.

It was still quiet in the blood-colored valley ten miles away. The people of the Mysterious Dark Sect had already discovered the disturbance over here, but nobody came out to check it out.