Chai Beitong knelt there.
The middle-aged man in golden robes had been split into two corpses, lying in a pool of blood.
Lü Shangxiu's Lifebound Dao Sword had been destroyed, her pretty face deathly pale.
That old generation figure was left with only a wisp of divine soul.
As Su Yi's voice, seemingly calm and breezy yet truly domineering, echoed through the hall, the atmosphere abruptly became incomparably heavy.
It weighed upon everyone's hearts.
Those qualified to attend this banquet were either wealthy or noble. Pick any one of them at random, and they possessed a title and background sufficient to intimidate the world.
Yet now, they all fell silent.
Their gazes instinctively turned toward Hua Xingchen, who stood before the central seat.
Hua Xingchen's expression was as dark as water. His hawk-like eyes fixed upon Su Yi as he spoke, breaking the stifling silence.
"This is a misunderstanding."
Hua Xingchen said expressionlessly, "If Your Excellency is willing, I can explain it to you."
Xue Hongfeng nearly laughed aloud. A misunderstanding? Hua Xingchen truly had the gall to utter such shameless words!
Su Yi's response was simple. He suddenly took a step forward, appeared before Lü Shangxiu, seized her by the neck, and lifted her up.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Hua Xingchen's face darkened. "Release her at once!"
Lü Shangxiu screamed, "If you dare kill me, my Martial Uncle will never spare you when he arrives!"
Crack!
The next instant, Lü Shangxiu's neck was snapped.
The life force drained from her body, and she became a limp corpse.
Everyone stared in stunned disbelief.
No matter what, Lü Shangxiu was a peerless prodigy ranked upon the Cosmic Realm Immortal Roll, and the descendant of an Immortal Lord-level old monster from the Blood Nether Demon Sect!
Yet now, Su Yi