The Third Holy Son died, and several streaks of light shot up from the deck. Lei Qianxiao, Zuo Feng, and the others had realized there was no chance of survival and decided to fight to the death.
Xu Yi swept out his hand. A vast net of swords enveloped an area a hundred zhang across, then snapped shut in an instant. Lei Qianxiao, Zuo Feng, and the others were sliced into countless chunks of flesh, their souls annihilated along with them.
"I—I didn't run!"
The only three people left on the deck desperately waved their hands. Xu Yi had already given in to his killing intent; it wasn't something he could rein in so easily. With a light wave of his hand, three more lives vanished without a trace.
All the painstaking scheming had now gone up in smoke.
Xu Yi felt little satisfaction, only wariness.
The Third Holy Son's plan had been thorough, almost considering every possible angle.
Knowing Xu Yi was cautious, he had deliberately sent an acquaintance, Elder Su. And because he feared Xu Yi might suspect Elder Su, he had even obtained an image of Yan Zi.
Most importantly, the Third Holy Son knew how much Xu Yi cared about Yan Zi. He had deliberately made the situation seem dire, inventing a story that if they delayed any longer and Feng Biao returned to the Thousand Illusions Sect, Yan Zi's fate would surely be miserable.
Xu Yi's concern for her would cloud his judgment; even if he didn't fall for one trap, he would fall for another.
But the Third Holy Son had thought of everything except that Xu Yi would break through into the Spirit Root Realm.
When the Third Holy Son and the others had plotted against Xu Yi, Feng Biao had been there.