Before the other half-saints of the Qingyun Saint Sect could follow suit and condemn Duan Lingtian, Duan Lingtian frowned impatiently and spoke!

"Quack!"

He had long been displeased with the short-sighted guys from the Qingyun Holy Sect, and now he could no longer ignore the repeated beeps.

As soon as the impatient voice of 'Quack' finished, he popped it up with a finger! In an instant, the void shook.

The next moment.

The body of the old half-saint of the Qingyun Holy Sect stiffened suddenly, and then a blood hole appeared between his eyebrows.

Then with the blood hole as the center, a spatial storm raged, turning him into powder in an instant! In an instant.

The vision of the half-saint falling from heaven and earth that had not yet dissipated became increasingly gloomy!

Just because another new vision of the fallen half-saint appeared!

The bloody rain that had been gradually decreasing suddenly started pouring down again!
Chapter completed!