Puff! Snap!
Zhao Yi swung his blade, and Yao Su's head fell to the ground.
Thus, Yao Su was completely dead.
Not only was her divine soul obliterated, but even her body was dismembered, dead beyond any doubt.
Zhao Yi killed Yao Su without a hint of disturbance on his face, as calmly as if he had killed a chicken.
He looked at the head rolling on the ground, the bowl-sized wound spraying blood, with an expression of curiosity on his face.
Zhao Yi had been speculating earlier that Yao Su was constantly provoking Su Qianqian, likely because the Sage of Time wanted to die at Su Qianqian's hands.
So, Zhao Yi conducted a simple experiment.
He wanted to see whether, after Yao Su's death, the Sage of Time would die too.
What if the Sage of Time didn't die, but the one who killed her wasn't Su Qianqian?
Or perhaps it didn't have to be Su Qianqian; anyone could kill her.
Of course, the last possibility was very small.
