“Remember this: Ye Lang will certainly not be the first.” Qin Wentian’s chilly voice rang out. Time seemed to stop as the spear in his hand violently pierced downwards. It pierced right into Ye Lang’s skull, pinning him to the ground, with fresh blood and brain matter leaking out. Despite his death, Ye Lang’s eyes were still wide-opened in shock, it was if he had not expected Qin Wentian to actually dare to pierce him with the spear.
Ancient Godly Monarch
Eastern · Jing Wuhen
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