Hell of Blade Qi

Lying on the ground, Fang Jianye's body lost its Yuan-Qi, and fresh blood slowly flowed and spread on the ground. If Fang Yuan hadn't deliberately restrained the power of his strike, there would be no chance for Fang Jianye to remain as an intact corpse.

Silence.

The previous murmurs had quieted down.

Everyone stared blankly at Fang Yuan, seemingly still immersed in the faint red glow of the blade, unable to react.

After a moment, an elder from the clan, recovering from the mesmerizing blade light, had hands trembling. Initially, they believed that Fang Jianye's move would undoubtedly capture Fang Yuan, but they never expected Fang Jianye to be killed by Fang Yuan in a single move.

“How could he kill?! How dare he?”

Looking at Fang Yuan, some people sensed that something was wrong and began to move away cautiously.