The second strike!
Li Zhao's eyes were filled with madness.
The third strike!
The enmity of killing his son could never be reconciled.
For the sake of his son's future, he had paid dearly, but suddenly, his son died...
It was as if his faith had collapsed. At this moment, Li Zhao's heart only had hatred left.
At this very moment, not even the celestial emperor could stop him from committing murder.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
After one strike, followed by another, he exerted all his strength, almost piercing through Chen Qingyun's chest entirely.
Poof!
Suddenly, Li Zhao felt emptiness in his hand, his palm completely passed through Chen Qingyun's chest and emerged from his back.
At this moment, Chen Qingyun was already lifeless, hanging like a tattered rag in front of him, dead.
"Yingru, father has avenged you."
For a moment, Li Zhao felt dazed, then let out a bitter laugh, his blood-red eyes welling up with tears.
"Courting death!"
