Chapter 239: Sixty Years of Planning, All for a Single Death!_2

There was no True Qi inside.

The physical body was still exhausted.

"Senior, have a good journey!"

Lin Yan's entire body bore down.

This slash, rather than saying it was delivered by himself,

would be more accurate to say it was the weight of the saber itself.

The sharp blade fell,

landing at the elder's neck.

As if it fell onto a piece of tofu,

it cut through effortlessly.

The saber sliced through the neck and then directly onto the ground.

The atmosphere became extremely stagnant.

"..."

The Commander watched this scene unfold before his eyes.

Lin Yan held the saber, having collapsed onto the ground.

And this old friend still knelt there,

His head moved as if trying to lift up to say farewell,

but at that moment, the head fell from the neck, rolled a couple of times, and came to rest by his feet.

The headless corpse fell over.

Blood gushed from the severed neck.

The deed was done!

But there was not a trace of joy in the Commander's eyes.