“Qing…Ling…”1

Wu Dahai stared. The goddess he had dreamed about and pined after was no more.0

And it was his fault. If he had been decisive enough to strike with Lightning the moment Qing Ling stabbed the man in black with her Tang Dao, he would be able to kill the man at the price of critically injuring Qing Ling. But he didn’t do it. He thought they were winning, and he didn’t want to hurt Qing Ling.0

Yet the man killed her without hesitation.0

How could he do that to someone so beautiful, without even blinking?0

Wu Dahai’s shock lasted only a second, but that one second was enough for the man in black to strike.0

Before Wu Dahai could manipulate his lightning again, the man threw the short...0