Beneath the night sky.

All that remained of Zhou Fengzhi was his soul. He shrieked in panic and terror, “This is impossible! Impossible! You’re only in the Origin Palace Realm. How could you possibly….”

Before he could finish, Su Yi’s calm, indifferent voice interrupted him.

“The third strike.”

It was like a voice from hell, the sound of impending doom.

Zhou Fengzhi’s soul trembled, and he immediately turned to flee. He dared not hesitate in the slightest.

Poof!

With a flash of sword light, Zhou Fengzhi’s soul was cleaved in two. It quickly dissipated into nothingness.

He didn’t even have time to shriek before he died.

In three strikes, Su Yi had granted Zhou Fengzhi death!

Su Yi had unquestionably achieved just what he'd said he would.

Everyone fell deathly silent.

The night was increasingly dark and heavy, and the rain showed no sign of letting up.

The bone-piercing autumn chill was nothing compared to the chill the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect disciples now felt in their hearts.

It was as if they’d been plunged into an icy abyss!

The battle was over in an instant. Su Yi had only attacked three times.

Yet these three attacks each came crashing...