Thud!
Wei Yile's head rolled outside the Training Ground. There was a smile on his face, along with a trace of surprise.
The smile had been born with him.
The shock had appeared when he saw Jun Changxiao pull out afterimages and evade his attack.
A Pulse Opening martial artist was this fast? Had his eyes deceived him?
That was the thought that rose in Wei Yile's mind before death. Then his head was severed, his thoughts extinguished, and he departed without suffering much pain.
The most outrageous part was—
After killing him, Jun Changxiao said, "Elder Wei, was this blade real or not?"
The blade was very real!
Unfortunately, the thoroughly dead Wei Yile could no longer hear him or offer an answer.
Thud!
The headless corpse first dropped to its knees, then crashed to the ground. Blood splashed out, forming a small pool.
"Third Brother!"
Wei Yi'ai let out a heart-rending cry. His mind was instantly consumed by rage as he drew his spear, gathered his strength, and thrust forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Spirit Power flooded into the spearhead, which came charging in with unstoppable force.
Jun Changxiao gave a cold smile, stepped aside, and once more dragged out layers of afterimages.
He had clearly slowed down. In truth, even when killing Wei Yile, he had not fully unleashed his speed. City Lord Xie was present, and it would have been somewhat earth-shattering if he saw it.
More importantly—
If Jun Changxiao acted too outrageously, the other man would definitely not have dared to attack him.
"Die!"
Jun Changxiao had barely steadied himself after evading the attack when Wei Yi'ai unleashed Spear Out Like a Dragon. The Spirit Power gathered at the spearhead was explosively powerful.
If it struck his chest, it would definitely leave a huge hole!
Jun