Phew!~

A flashing sword, with a dazzling edge, sliced ​​across Ying He's neck in an instant.

"Well!?"

Ying He's face was as white as paper, with despair, hatred, and unwillingness, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

Pfft!~

Blood splattered and heads flew off.

Ying He's headless body fell rigidly into the coffin, and there was no more sound.

Lin Chen waved his hand and held up Ying He's bloody head, like a fierce god, with a stern expression that captured people's hearts. Everyone was so scared that they were silent and trembling with fear.

Shadow Crane!

A great elder of a sect died tragically under Lin Chen's sword!
Chapter completed!