C3057 Qing Ying Died

"Let's see where you can run to!" Qin Ming's face turned fierce. He stared at the Ching Eagle and quickly threw out a punch.

The Martial Cultivator below was staring intently at it. The tense atmosphere made them forget to even breathe.

"Bang!" This punch was no accident. It directly pierced through the Ching Eagle's chest and killed it with a single blow.

"I... I'm not willing to accept this.