Zhu Hao looked at the scene and smiled with satisfaction.

In the vision, the sword of the soul has completely disappeared into the body of Yedun, leaving nothing behind, exerting all its power, and frantically cutting the soul of Yedun.

And Ye Dun, at the moment, did not move at all. He stood in his place, not even his fingers.

"You should be honored to die under my sword." Zhu Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, wrapped his hands around his chest, and looked at the leaf dust with a look at the dead.

However, a moment later.

Zhu Hao can't help frowning. Why is Ye...