Under the sharpness of Longya, Li Dao’an’s protective Genuine Qi was utterly useless. With a swift thrust, it pierced straight through him, pinning him to the ground.

His body twitched and his legs kicked twice before finally succumbing to death.

Ye Bufan stepped forward, pulled Longya out, and marveled at the pristine blade that bore no trace of blood. It was indeed a treasure.

He turned, his cold gaze fixed on Luo Wenbo.

Feeling the murderous intent in ...