His True Colors Chapter 2115

 Qin Qingfeng suddenly froze, and in the next second, closed his last breath, and with a smile, collapsed into Lin Mengxi's arms.


        "Father!" Qin Shannon could no longer hold back and rushed straight over, crying out in grief: "Wake up, wake up, don't you want to hear me call you father? I'm calling, you should answer."


        Seeing Qin Shant crying like a tearful man, the self-blame in Han Qianqian's heart reached an even higher level.


        With a loud bang, Han Qianqian smashed his fist dead on the ground, the hard hall was hardened by his fist and a huge crater as big as a casserole came out.

        Gritting his teeth, there was both sadness and remorse in his eyes.

        Fiercely standing up, Han Qianqian rushed straight out of the great hall.


        With a long, angry roar to the heavens, his entire body boomed, and a huge golden blanket then spread directly to all directions.

        "Bang Bang Bang!"

        The four stone elephants outside the hall immediately exploded into pieces when they encountered the golden blanket.

        The entire hall also trembled violently because of this huge wave.

        Those surviving Pill God Pavilion disciples who had been overwhelmed by the explosion of the Heavenly Fire Moon Wheel were even more unlucky. They had just flown over and were about to gather outside the hall when they were suddenly hit by this huge wave and were directly scattered.

        Like kites with broken strings, they all drifted in all directions.

        Inside the hall, rocks were falling and sand was flying, and Cool-Son Yeh's group was looking at each other in disbelief.

        "Kucheng, what should we do now? Look at that guy, he's not to be messed with." Wu Yan said timidly.

        He didn't know what to do either. If he withdrew, how could he let the duck fly from his mouth after taking down the Void Sect so easily?

        But what if he didn't withdraw?

        Han Qianqian was in a rage, what if he took it out on himself? What's more, Han Qianqian had already made it clear that he wanted to intervene in the affairs of the Void Sect.

        He was hesitating, but at that moment, Han Qianqian walked in with a face full of anger, sweeping his gaze straight at Cool-Son Yeh, hard enough to make his heart tremble.

        "I want to bury my master, do you want to get lost now yourself? Or do you want to wait for me to finish burying my master and then kill you?" Han Qianqian shouted coldly.

        "You!" Ye Gucheng was furious, Han Qianqian was simply too arrogant and did not give himself any face at all, but what could he do? "Let's go!"

        As soon as the words left his mouth, Cool-Son Yeh led Wu Yan and the others away in a mess.

        "Sanyong, please go and bring all my friends outside into the sect." Han Qianqian said.

        "Yes!" Sanyong nodded, waved his big hand, and took the Second and Third Peak Elders with him, supporting Ruo Yu as he went out.

        Inside the main hall, only Han Qianqian and the three of them were soon left.

        Han Qianqian did not speak, but sat on his butt in the corner, emotionally drained for a while.

        Although Qin Qingfeng had advised himself before he died, Han Qianqian could not get past this point in his heart.

        Qin Qingfeng was his own master after all.

        However, his death happened to be under his own sword.

        Even if it was unintentional, it was still a treacherous act.

        After a long time, Qin Shannon wiped away her tears and slowly stood up, then, with a grit of her teeth, she suddenly pushed the energy in her hand and a flame struck directly towards Qin Qingfeng's corpse.

        Han Qianqian instantly slapped an energy over and frowned, "What are you doing?"

        Qin Shou shook his head, "He's already dead, I want to cremate him."

        "Have a funeral ceremony." Han Qianqian said.

        This was the only thing he could do for Qin Qingfeng.

        "Although Cool-Son Yeh is gone, with his personality, he's bound to make a comeback. We don't have time to do a funeral for him. Cremate him on the spot, and let everything go how it came to be." Lin Mengxi shook her head.

        "I'll back up everything, do it!" Han Qianqian said in a cold voice.

        After Han Qianqian finished speaking, he lifted the long sword in his hand and walked straight out.

        Shortly afterwards, a figure stood there with a cold face in the sky above the Voidless Sect, like a stone statue, motionless.

        Yet, like a guardian god, he was guarding the sky above the Voidless Clan to death!

        Inside the lobby of the Voidless Clan, too, white paper was hung high, the spirit hall was lightly raised, and a funeral officially began.

        After Su Yingxia and the others came in, knowing what had happened, no one bothered Han Qianqian in mid-air, but helped to take care of Qin Qingfeng's affairs.

        Su Yingxia, in particular, was almost as busy as Qin Shuang.

        As far as she was concerned, she knew that as a wife, what she had to do at such a time was to share Han Qianqian's worries silently, to do what he wanted to do but could not do for the time being, and to compensate for what Han Qianqian wanted to compensate for.

        The funeral service was held for a long time, and the Voidless Clan treated the death of the elders according to the specifications.

        Early the next morning.

        It was dawn!

        On the distant hill, people were shifting.

        Behind them, a large army of 60,000 to 70,000 people was marching forward!

        "Han Qianqian, you're dead." Ye Lucheng coldly shouted darkly in his heart.

        The man in front of Ye Lucheng looked at the figure in the middle of the void clan with a torch-like gaze, and under the sunlight, his face was exceptionally familiar at this time - it was none other than the Pill God Pavilion's Wang Juzhi!