C227 Silver Moon's Hate

He died. No one would have thought that the black robed man who transformed into a god of death, the insufferable black robed man, would die just like that, in Liu Mingxuan's hands. He died on the strange silver long whip in his hands.

His face was pale white, perspiration dripping down unceasingly. His right hand that was holding onto the Spirit Dispersing Whip was trembling slightly