An expression of astonishment immediately flashed across the old face of the Sword-Wielding Elder. His inner power began circulating rapidly, and he struggled desperately, showing signs of movement.
However, the Purple Blood Soft Sword was already following closely behind.
Whoosh!
The sharp blade pierced straight through the Sword-Wielding Elder's throat, causing blood to spray and instantly stain the ground red.
Bam!
The Sword-Wielding Elder fell backward, eyes open, with a lingering trace of fear in his older eyes.
That's how battles are; either you die or you survive. Had it been Qin Yang whose skills fell short today, he would have been the one lying lifeless. Thus, when Qin Yang killed the Sword-Wielding Elder and Punishment Elder, his expression didn't waver in the slightest.
The spiritual power in the Purple Blood Soft Sword was exhausted, and with a gesture from Qin Yang's right hand, it returned to him.
"What a pity, that old venomous woman got away."
