A Dragon Transformation Realm martial artist was killed in one slash by you.
It all happened in an instant, and ended in an instant.
"Th-this! Urgh!!"
Bi Wenyu beside him was terrified, like a drake with its neck clutched in someone's hand. After struggling for a long while, all he could produce were hoarse quacks.
His face, twisted out of shape by fear, looked utterly ferocious.
The others were also frightened speechless by the sight, instinctively assuming defensive stances.
But they could not even defeat Shen Dingyuan, who was at the Mid Dragon Transformation stage. How could they possibly be your match?
You looked at them, then waved a hand. "Leave."
Bi Wenyu and the others could hardly believe their ears.
At first, they looked at one another with terror written across their faces.
Then, as though a heavy burden had been lifted, they scattered in a rush.
They scrambled and fled from your small courtyard as fast as they could.
"Wait." You spoke blandly.
The group immediately froze where they stood, not daring to move.
You walked toward Bi Wenyu and asked, "Did I tell you to run?"
"Y-yes, yes!!"
Clang—
Bi Wenyu's head separated from his body, blood from the artery in his neck spraying more than ten feet into the air.
There was no emotion in your voice. "I told you to leave. Why did you run?"
Cold sweat immediately poured down the others' backs. They had all started running just now.
You looked at them. "Are you people disciples of other elders?"
"Yes, yes! Senior Brother He, we're not Shen Dingyuan's people! My master is the Second Elder!"
"My master is the Fourth Elder!!"
"Senior Brother, I'm the Third Elder's Personal Disciple!!"
The few of them hurriedly announced their affiliations, bringing out their respective masters.
You