SWISH!
A crescent-shaped, cyan Wind Blade, as nimble as a swallow, flashed through dozens of yards of air. In the span of a breath, it sliced across the neck of the third brother, who stood frozen in place.
With a sickening squelch,
the third brother—his mind roaring, his consciousness plunged into chaos—couldn't react at all before his head tumbled to the ground.
His headless body remained standing as blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.
At the entrance of the main hall,
Shen Changchuan's figure had appeared at some point, silent and unnoticed.
In his left hand, he held the Soul-Attracting Bell; in his right, he carried Zhao Hanguo's body.
A flicker of delight flashed through his eyes as he glanced at the Soul-Attracting Bell in his hand.
'This truly is an unparalleled weapon for Magical Battles.'
With just a single, instantaneous move,
that third brother, a Cultivator at the Qi Introduction Fifth Layer, had been effortlessly slain without a chance to react.
