The air all around them completely froze.
Time itself seemed to stop in that instant.
The wrinkles on Elder Yinfrost's face instantly stiffened. His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks as he stared intently at the shapeless pile of flesh on the ground. He then whipped his head toward Qi Yun, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
The few Moonlight Sect disciples behind him were even worse off. Their faces were drained of all color, and their legs grew so weak they could barely stand.
It was clear they had never witnessed such a ruthless and cruel method!
Mo Wenxuan's eyes were wide with shock, his breath catching in his throat.
He knew this "Qi Master" was unfathomable, and the Emperor himself had hinted that his true power might be beyond imagination.
But he had never imagined—not in his wildest dreams—that the man would strike so… so decisively and mercilessly!
