At the same time, a sinister voice suddenly rang out from behind them.
Like a vicious and ruthless serpent, it slowly crawled toward their vulnerable backs.
Even Elder Qingzhu, who had fallen into a coma, struggled frantically out of extreme fear.
But no matter how crazy he was, it was only a flick of his finger.
The tyrant had barely finished speaking.
A crystal-clear jade hairpin flew from between her fingers, instantly giving Elder Qingzhu an extremely tragic head injury.
The mangled flesh and blood splattered all over the ground.
Shen Jiao covered her mouth and nose, almost vomiting.
I haven't seen such a brutal scene in a long time, I can't take it anymore.
The jade hairpin finally saw Qingzhu off, and the Sword Saint of Qinglang silently took off his blood-stained outer robe.
Seeing this, the elders seemed to have their fates choked, and dared not move.
The usually eloquent elder in black also fell silent.
Ji Yan was never in a good mood. He hated listening to people's incessant sophistry, so he was serious about killing those eloquent ministers.
Now, he's serious about killing Elder Qingzhu.
He gently rubbed Shen Jiao's head, but the words he said were chilling.
"Who will die next? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll personally see you off."
The elders' faces turned deathly pale instantly, transforming from proud and arrogant sparrows into trembling quails.
Shen Jiao's feelings were somewhat complicated.
She was speechless at the restless hand above her head.
I'm really worried that the tyrant has gotten into the habit of crushing walnuts lately, and that he might accidentally smash her head open.
Although her sixth sense told her she was overthinking it, it's always good to be cautious.
"What are you afraid of? I'm not going to kill you."
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