C685 He Has a Problem with His Brain

"Pah!"

Daoist Xuanming turned into a pool of blood and white bones that fell to the ground.

The whole stadium fell into a deathly silence.

Only the crows were still cawing.

It was almost as if they were urging him to die, causing chills to run down his spine.

The baldy was still holding his scimitar, staring at the dried up bones on the ground with a dumbstruck expression