"c***k!"
Qi Huai's neck was directly twisted off.
He looked at Li Mu in disbelief.
In Li Mu's calm eyes, Qi Huai saw his panic-stricken face.
At that moment, Qi Huai didn't even know how Li Mu made his move. Without a trace, Li Mu's fist casually smashed his magical poem power.
That was a poem blessed by the Taoist Arcane.
Was this the power to kill Emperor Qin Ming?
Qi Huai was extremely shocked.
And almost at the same time, he uttered hard the last voice from his mouth of his severed head.
In an instant, the ancient thread-bound book was activated, and a strange blue force surged out of it, wrapping around Qi Huai. Unexpectedly, it shook Li Mu's arm away and took Qi Huai to retreat 20 meters away from him.
Qi Huai grabbed his head with one hand, twisted it slightly like kneadin
