The Fire Spirit Dagger appeared in his hand again, this time, burning with a raging golden flame, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Puchi!"
The Fire Spirit Dagger pierced through Qing Feng's heart without any hindrance.
Qing Feng's eyes widened, filled with unwillingness and fear. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately couldn't. His body slowly fell to the ground, losing all vitality.
Gu Sheng didn't spare a glance at Qing Feng's corpse, turning his gaze to the Qingxia Sect disciples trembling in fear from a distance.
"You all must die too!"
He walked towards those disciples step by step, each step seemed to tread on their hearts, making them feel suffocated with fear.
"No... don't kill us! We are willing to submit!"
One disciple knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Too late!" Gu Sheng's eyes revealed lethal intent, the Fire Spirit Dagger transformed into streaks of golden light, harvesting lives mercilessly.
