Qiong Ao is his cousin. He stepped into the Heaven-Ascending Second Layer Realm even a few years earlier than him.
But now he couldn't even withstand a single sword from Ye Qingzhou. It's simply unbelievable, even killing a chicken would result in at least two flutters.
And now a Martial Arts Master, pushing off with both legs, just died like that?
Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword. That previous strike consumed as much as a million units of Power of Thought Ability, making him quite distressed: "I'll have to squeeze my livestream viewers again when I get back."
"Old Qiong."
Ye Qingzhou called out to Qiong Jie.
"What?"
Qiong Jie was a bit flustered.
"Does your Qiongqi Race have the custom of 'leaves falling to return to the roots', burying for peace?"
"No, we practice sky burial. Why do you ask?"
Qiong Jie showed a puzzled expression.
Ye Qingzhou appeared delighted: "Good thing you don't. Then I'll recycle your cousin's corpse."
