Chapter 67: The Death of Ding Xin (2/2)

He was consu medicinal pills, but unfortunately had tounds, both of which were leaking spiritual energy There was no way for him to recover at the moment

“I’ Xin with a fierce howl “If you dare to kill me, the Violet Fate Sect will track you down even if it takes a hundred years! They won’t stop until you’re dead!” His situation was desperate He let out another blood-curdling screa Hao’s wooden sword passed by It didn’t stab hiy drained even faster

“I’ve already died once,” said Meng Hao coolly His eyes were cold as he waved his finger once more

Ti which ti out His body was numb, and appeared to be covered with hundreds of sounds He was soaked in blood None of his wounds were critical, but he dripped with soXin was a Cultivator, and as things grew dihtened him the most was not his wounds, but rather, the fact that his body had seey poured out of hi rate

The sixth level of Qi condensation, the fifth, the fourth…

…

A bang rang out, and Ding Xin fell onto the ground, spitting up blood He scra as fast as he could ht His Cultivation base had dropped so low that it was the same as if he were at the third level of Qi Condensation

“Meng Hao, if you kill htered without a proper burial! I’m a Violet Fate Inner Sect disciple If I die, it will cause problems for the entire State of Zhao You don’t dare to kill ht back the dread in his heart and coughed up iant flying leaf Without a word, heXin

Enough time passed for an incense stick to burn There in the er rese Hao, his eyes filled with venoretted his desire to watch his opponent consu back and killed him imnashi+ng his teeth, chest heaving It see

“You know, you taught e His hand lifted, and the sword fell Ding Xin’s head flew into the air, showering blood everywhere It landed off in the distance, rolling across the ground to rest underneath a large tree

His eyes were still filled with disbelief He couldn’t believe it, because he was a disciple of the Violet Fate Sect, at the ninth level of Qi Condensation He was a Chosen, he was to reach Foundation Establishment, whereupon he would be a true Chosen, and his name would rock the Southern Domain

But here he was, dead in the backwater State of Zhao, killed by Meng Hao, an insect he had held in the pal time This was not the first time he had killed someone, and this time, he was not filled with emotions He had already died

“That day when I ran into Yan Ziguo, I should have killed him, as well as all the people with him” Determination filled his eyes He had now experienced the result of his indecisiveness back then, when he had the chance to kill Yan Ziguo

“I don’t want to die a second tiesture Ding Xin’s bag of holding flew over Then he flicked his sleeve and a Fla Xin’s body and head, turning the Hao turned and walked away

It was evening, and as he walked off into the distance, snow began to fall from the sky It covered him, his footprints, and the reek of blood The snow accompanied him as he walked further and further away

“I aet too close to summer, then… summer will meltHao disappeared into the distance He looked like a scholar, but deep down, he was as cold as snow

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