In an instant, his formidable palm power shattered his head, and the Mystic Ice Power turned the spilling blood into icy slag!
At that moment, Qin Bao also fell to the ground with eyes wide open, dead beyond doubt.
Chen Jie withdrew his hand and surveyed the corpses strewn across the ground, preparing to clean up the scene when he suddenly heard the sound of clapping.
Clap clap clap...
Chen Jie was startled, realizing there was someone he had missed. He turned his head and then saw a young man dressed in white, standing on the roof behind him, holding a folding fan and clapping with a look of amusement on his face.
Zhao Ya!
Chen Jie's gaze locked on tight—it was her!
Then, he heard the sound of whooshing as three figures landed on the walls surrounding him.
One held a sword with a cold stare.
Another crossed his arms, looking utterly bored.
And there was another with hands on her hips, appearing arrogant.
