The silver-haired demon youth was very arrogant not long ago, his eyes cold, but although he had run out, his body was split in two, falling to the sides.
"Ah..." His divine soul let out a cry of pain, the split mouth slightly agape, unable to make a sound.
Not long ago, he had cleaved Su Junlin with a bright long blade, never expecting that he would experience such pain and despair himself.
His blood-soaked silver hair was wet, and each half of his body, his half face, and single eye were filled with fear. He uttered a few gasping noises then died.
"Well done, dead!" Gan Jincheng shouted excitedly from behind.
His eyes were slightly red, being friends with Su Junlin, yet witnessing his death without any power to stop it.
After that swing of Qin Ming's blade, he not only killed the body but the blade light like a fierce sun also slashed the divine soul, leaving no chance for the silver-haired youth to survive.
