At this moment, seeing Yu Lihong had already been killed, Lin Tianming's face revealed a satisfied smile.
He then waved his hand, snatched He Zhengsong's storage bag from his waist, and threw a fireball to burn He Zhengsong's body to ashes.
After doing all this, Lin Tianming then slowly walked towards Qin Xi.
While still on his way, Lin Tianming asked with concern: "Xi'er, how are you feeling?"
"Have you been injured?"
Hearing this, Qin Xi shook her head with a smile, her heart filled with joy from Lin Tianming's concern.
Thus, Qin Xi giggled and said, "Brother Ming, don't worry, although that fellow had some strength, he was no match for Xi'er at all. I only used about seventy to eighty percent of my strength to defeat him."
"And now that the great battle is over, Xi'er is fine and has not been injured."
"Hehe... Xi'er is truly formidable, such strength even astonishes your husband."
Lin Tianming laughed heartily, his expression very relaxed.
