C530 Bradycardia

"You're courting death!"

Lin Qing harrumphed coldly, and the Great Firmament Bowl above his head was triggered once again. A golden beam of light shone down, blocking Shui Han's sneak attack.

At the same time, Lin Qing turned the sword in his hand, cutting off Shui Han's neck!

"Crack!"

Shui Han's head fell to the ground, blood spurting out from his neck like a fountain of blood