"Young Master!"
Gu Yue Qianfang cried out in anguish. The scene before him had caught him off guard, leaving him horrified beyond measure.
"Chen Ping'an, how dare you?"
Gu Yue Qianfang's eyes nearly split with rage. He wished he could grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes.
"He killed him?"
The short, plump Daoist's expression froze. Clearly, he had not expected Chen Ping'an to suddenly make a move either.
He had thought this matter would end here, but he had not expected this.
The short, plump Daoist looked deeply at the distant figure, suppressing the shock in the depths of his eyes.
Jiang Ruotong's clear eyes abruptly opened wide. Clearly, she had been somewhat unprepared for the scene before her as well.
"He actually killed him?"
In her clear autumn-water eyes, she was full of disbelief and incredulity.
Young Master Gu Yue, Gu Yueyan—even she would not have dared make up her mind to truly suppress and kill him here.
Even under the situation where the Gu Yue Clan had been so overbearing and oppressive, pressing her to the limit.
But.
Jiang Ruotong's clear eyes were warm and lustrous, her gaze clear and cold, as she looked at the distant man standing in mid-air, treading on empty space, tyrannical beyond compare.
"He..."
Watching Gu Yueyan die before him, his head bursting into blood mist like a watermelon, Hou Xibai's mind crashed into a blank state.
"He actually dared!?"
Was he not afraid of the Great Cultivator's wrath, of the Gu Yue Clan's retaliation?
Hou Xibai's face paled. For the first time, he found the distant man somewhat incomprehensible.
"Reckless Saber. This is the Reckless Saber!"
Lei Xiaotian's expression trembled with shock, and he shuddered for reasons he could not name.
This moment, what shocked him was not merely