Not far away, Cha Jin had only just put away Su Yi’s wicker chair when she saw this bloody scene unfold. Her delicate frame went rigid, and her beautiful eyes widened.

That was a deacon from the Jade Capital’s Su Family. Just minutes ago, he’d sat there calmly fanning himself, talking and laughing. He’d seemed decidedly extraordinary.

The young lord cut him in two, just like that?

The howling mountain gales now carried the faint stench of blood.

Xiang Tianqiu and the others were dumbstruck. They stared unblinking at Yue Changyuan’s freshly halved corpse. It seemed they were unable to believe their eyes; the shock was just too much.

He’d pressed his fingers into a sword, then used that to slay Yue Changyuan!

How terrifying a level of power did that represent?

Unless you had the power to suppress your opponent absolutely, how could you achieve something like that so easily?

They said Grandmasters were like dragons.

Yet to Su Yi, a mere Qi Accumulation cultivator, slaying a Grandmaster was as easy as squishing an ant!

In stark contrast, after seeing this, Zhou Zhili, Zheng Tianhe, and their allies remained much calmer.

After all, they’d once witnessed Su Yi slaying the Wheel of the Moon Sect’s outer sect elder, Liu Hongqi. This bloody scene wasn’t enough to surprise t...