The puddle of blood spread wider as Mingchun’s two halves sank to the bottom.

“He’s dead…” An ancestor dropped on the ground and murmured.

Jianyao and the saber saint were stunned too, especially the latter. He had tasted Li Qiye’s power earlier and felt suffocated.

Though they were already aware that Mingchun wouldn’t be able to take on Li Qiye, for him to die to a single kick was something they never expected. 

The saber saint felt cold all over and needed to compose himself. Li Qiye didn’t only show mercy earlier; the guy was being extremely charitable towards him.

Mingchun was a real Eternal, far more powerful than him. If Li...