"Bang!"
A terrifying force burst forth.
Then... Blood splattered, red and white matter shot out.
A headless corpse, like an arrow, plunged into the ground with a bang, shattering the earth, wholly embedding itself.
A dead silence ensued, as if even the wind had stopped.
After three seconds, "Whosh," the thirty or so people around, including Liang Butong, were suddenly ejected backwards.
These people, their faces pale with horror as if they'd seen a ghost.
In a pavilion of the Feather Clan, Yun Tianli and others hid there, able to see the situation in the sky through the window.
It wasn't that they didn't want to help; Qin Yi found them to be a hindrance.
"Crash!"
The teacup in Yun Tianli's hand fell and shattered on the ground.
But he was like a fool, with no reaction at all, his gaze fixed.
The others were the same, becoming swiftly like stone carvings.
What did they just see?
