He had expended one Homing Soul-Shocker Talisman and taken this female sect leader's life in exchange.

Peace was immediately restored, and all fell silent.

As expected, Zhang Futu had not left. Many had watched the female sect leader killed in battle, but they only shrank back, afraid to appear again.

Today, murderous work had been done. Wu Yu would commit this debt to his memory.

However, this silent contest against Zhang Futu was just beginning, and there was no end in sight. Clearly, he was watching Wu Yu like a hawk.

After it ended, Wu Yu calmly sheathed his two swords, then lifted his head skyward. He shouted, "I have killed her. Although I used the Homing Soul-Shocker Talisman, life and death have been decided. Do I pass your test?

Wu Yu was aiming to beat him at his own game. He would firstly pretend that Zhang Futu's real goal was to test him. And therefore guise the matter of the Fixed Body Art.

"You have no need to make trouble for me. If I am not to your liking, I can return by myself," Wu Yu added.

"Haha...." From above, laughter floated down. In a flash, Zhang Futu was standing...