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C907

The sword light flashed in front of his eyes. After the giant alligator's phantom disappeared like a dream bubble, Uncle Sun's face was still filled with disbelief.2

At this moment, his mind was blank, as if struck by lightning.

He lowered his head stiffly and looked at the Heaven Lake Sword in his throat blankly. He blinked hard, as if he wanted to see through the illusions and discover the true nature of the sword.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand. How could the head of the aristocratic family, an absolute expert of the full strength, be pierced by a youth of the eighth level of the Xumi Stage with a single sword strike?

With his strength, not to mention the Xumi Stage, there was no difference between the Prison Realm and an ant in his eyes. Normally, he wouldn't even bother to lift a finger to look at a hundred Xumi Stage cultivators that stood in front of him. He didn't even bother to look them in the eye.

But now, a Xumi Stage cultivator had actually defeated him in a direct confrontation!

How could this be …

It was all because of the Nine-tailed Fox's domain that was obstructing the way!

Why, why would the Nine-tailed Fox return? And why did it have to open up its domain to suppress everyone's cultivation at this time?!

Earlier, it was the Nine-tailed Fox that countered his attack on Cheng Qing? It had opened its domain, was it responding to his words?

As the only demon clan left in this world, why did the Nine-tailed Fox want to help an unknown youth?!

This was completely illogical, completely illogical!

Uncle Sun's heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness. He struggled to open his mouth to speak, but a large amount of blood flowed out. His throat moved with great difficulty, and he could only utter a meaningless jie jie sound.

He was finally sure that Cheng Qing's sword did pierce through his throat, but it wasn't an illusion created by some strange technique.

So, he was going to die.

Realizing this, Uncle Sun began to violently tremble like a sieve. Death was a great fear of life. No one could ignore it, not even the generals who had fought hundreds of battles for the rest of their lives.

However, what Uncle Sun feared the most was not death itself.

He was the first family head. Even though he was sinister, despicable, and shameless, he was still a formidable person.

It was impossible for the Sun family to become a family head, and they could no longer exist. Tonight, before the cultivators of the Sun family had truly rushed out, their actions had already failed. Returning Uighur would not accept the Sun family's clansmen migrating over … He had spent most of his life fighting for it. It was just a joke!

He hadn't been able to bring honor to his ancestors and become the target of worship for the future generations of the Sun family. Instead, he had become the sinner of the family, a joke that would be mocked for a thousand years by Xi Liang!

This was what Uncle Sun couldn't face.

His bloodshot eyes stared unwaveringly at Cheng Qing, as if he wanted to see through his past and present life and uncover the true soul hidden under the young man's mask.

Uncle Sun's face was flushed red. It was unknown where he got the strength from, but he actually let out an angry roar. His hands stretched forward, and was about to desperately charge at Chen Qing!

Seeing his crazed eyes, it was obvious that he wanted to perish together with Cheng Qing!

However, this dying struggle was destined to be futile.

Chen Qing suddenly pulled back the Tian Chi Sword. Uncle Sun's body suddenly froze, and his pupils began to dilate. Without waiting for him to do anything else, Cheng Qing took a step forward, and his left elbow fiercely smashed into Uncle Sun's chest.

Bang!

Uncle Sun's body was sent flying backward. He continuously spat out three mouthfuls of blood in the air. After that, he crashed into the cultivators of the Sun family behind him and fell onto the street covered in corpses. He could only twitch his body out of instinct before he stopped moving.

The so-called strong, the so-called formidable, when it came to life and death situations, it was only a matter of a single strike from Cheng Qing.

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