“Little mongrel… If I don’t pull out your tendons and flay your skin, it will be an injustice to the Nangong Clan’s grace!” Qiao Wu had gone insane. The Nangong’s Sixth Master had died here. After returning, they would surely be buried together with him!

In the wake of his anger and fright intertwining, his voice started to tremble. His body had already started to involuntarily transform.

His head of white hair frantically grew, and his face also turned pointed. His clothes began to break apart layer by layer, and his claws grew sharper and sharper. In a state of rage and fright, he’d already started to fully demonize!

“Fifty-two seconds… Fifty-two seconds…” Quan Liu’s voice was brimming with disbelief. By no means had he foreseen that his young master, a proud son of heaven, would be beheaded within fifty-two seconds!

If the foe encountered was half-step Foundation Establishment like them, he could still accept it. However, it wasn’t! On the contrary, it was a cultivator with the same late Qi Condensation cultivation!

Who was he to blame? The young master for being too stupid? It truly wasn’t so! Nangong Xiaoran wasn’t dumb at all. In arcane combat, Nangong Xiaoran had been utterly defeated very few times! Otherwise, it was absolutely impossible for him to enter...