The flying sword viciously stabbed into Qian Wangsun's chest, piercing out from his back, bringing up a large swath of fresh blood.
Song Zhen and the others watched this scene with surprise and anger, but due to the suppression by the Xuan female, they couldn't even stand up.
Qian Wangsun clenched the flying sword in his chest, their faces nearly touching, as if they could both see themselves reflected in each other's pupils.
Zhou Bai, "Qian Wangsun, I'll return this sword to you now, we are completely done with each other."
Qian Wangsun opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out directly, "Zhou Bai, next time we meet, I will definitely kill you."
Zhou Bai snorted coldly, pulled out the flying sword, and left without looking back, seemingly determined to sever his past completely, "Release them from their constraints."
