Mister Taishan was dead!
He had died so lightly!
So cleanly and decisively!
So utterly aggrieved!
No one had expected that Mister Taishan, who had long been famous and had made a resounding name for himself in the Peacock Dynasty, would be killed just like this, making his exit in such a pitiful, comical, and downright humiliating manner.
He had not even been given the chance to say goodbye.
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt their scalps prickle.
Because Li Sinian did not look like an assassin at all. Her entrance had been so dazzling, her appearance so sweet, her voice so clear and pleasant, and her smile made people feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.
She was like a Little Fairy from the heavens, or the most fresh and lovely girl from a neighboring village. She ought to have been holding poetry books, or perhaps embroidering with flying needles.
And yet, this little girl killed people at the slightest disagreement.
She had tied up a living person and then sent him straight into that black wall of fire, burning him to ashes. It was as simple and casual as tossing a bundle of dry firewood into a blazing fire.
The more casual she was, the colder it made people feel from head to toe.
Mister Taishan had vanished.
The black wall of fire, sustained by his elemental force, had also disappeared without a trace.
Upon the Execution Platform, only Li Sinian, wearing a calm expression, and Yan Xiangma, wearing a startled one, remained.
Li Sinian's calm was genuine calm. There was not the slightest trace of the viciousness of killing or the relief that followed it. From beginning to end, her expression had not fluctuated at all.
It was as if killing someone was an