"While I was in seclusion, you colluded with others to frame the students of my Sword Participation Institute. Did you think I wouldn't see through it?"
In the deathly silence, Li Weixuan snorted and slowly raised his head to look at Fu Qian.
"Not one of you will get out alive!"
What a sore loser!
When repeated probing didn't work, it just flipped the table?
This "it" really had the manner of a spoiled child!
Fu Qian silently watched Lanaia lying on the ground.
It was too late.
Even from this distance, he could feel how fierce Li Weixuan's attack had been.
A demigod's sneak attack was terrifyingly lethal.
And Yuan Xin had cut off the only chance of survival at just the right moment.
This really was a grand formation for slaying immortals!
Of course, "it" was actually after him.
Killing Lanaia had merely made Li Weixuan's perception of events seem reasonable.
Although he didn't know how it had managed it, "it" had clearly gone to great lengths to make Li Weixuan imagine that he and Lanaia had conspired to frame him, and to make him utterly convinced of "his own judgment."
There were undoubtedly countless holes in that judgment; at most, it could only make him "confused for a while."
It seemed "it" was willing to sacrifice Li Weixuan just to make sure he was killed.
Li Weixuan had killed Lanaia?
The crowd watching from outside the sword formation could hardly believe their eyes.
How had an ordinary public lesson suddenly turned into this?
According to Li Weixuan, he had seen through a plot between Lanaia and Fu Qian, but most people were doubtful.
Even so, faced with Li Weixuan approaching like a god of slaughter, everyone immediately stepped aside.
Whatever the truth, the killing