"Whoosh..."
The golden figurine burst forth at extreme speed; beneath its feet, the long river of time faintly emerged, charging straight toward Er Wu Shuang's Primordial Spirit. Then with one sword strike, it sent a chilling piercing through Er Wu Shuang's Primordial Spirit.
Such a sudden turn of events caused Kundi to stand frozen in place, unable to recover.
To see her own disciple die right before her eyes brought her a mixture of sorrow and rage.
"Ah... you deserve to die, you must die... Huang, I should have taken action myself a long time ago, to execute you so that my disciple would not have met with such a fate." Kundi roared in anger, her hair flying wildly.
Shi Hao sneered coldly, his eyes fiery with rage: "So you feel sorrowful for losing a disciple?! But what about all the living beings who lost family members because of your selfish desires?
