A sword appeared in Su Yi’s hands, seemingly out of nowhere.

The blade glowed a faint sky-blue with ripples of spiritual radiance. 

A spiritual sword!

The crowd’s pupils constricted. Even Nan Ying and Ni Hao’s eyes flashed with a hint of greed. Isn’t this guy doing a bit too well for himself?

Huo Long and the other invitees were stunned. Don’t tell me Su Yi plans to throw all caution to the wind and attack?

Zhou Huaiqiu’s expression changed dramatically, and he was just about to say something when he saw a flash of sword light.

A head flew through the air, leaving an eye-catching trail of splattering blood in its wake. The red was particularly stark beneath the light of the private dining hall’s lanterns. 

The head belonged to Huo Long.

His smile was still cold and disdainful as his head tumbled to the ground. A moment later, his headless body fell to the floor.

Everyone’s pupils constricted. They jumped in terror and paled with fright. Even Zhou Huaiqiu couldn’t help but gasp.

He would never have guessed that when Su Yi struck, it would be without any wasted words. He didn’t beat around the bush at all; he was direct and efficient! So much so that although Zhou Huaiqiu wanted to stop him, he was one step too...