One slash!
Chu Yang was dead!
At that moment, Lin Guanhuo's blade slammed into Chu Yang, pinning him to the gate. Blood sprayed everywhere!
Chu Yang, a peerless genius of the Demon Suppressing Division whom the Division had groomed with everything it had, hoping to make him its next Gold Medalist, had died on the spot.
His face was still frozen in an expression of deep terror and agony. Clearly, he had experienced the utmost fear before he died.
"C-Chu... Lord Chu?"
The countless badge-holders and Division Servants in the Demon Suppressing Division's Main Courtyard saw what had happened. Their expressions changed as if they'd been struck by lightning.
They stood frozen, not knowing what had happened. But seeing the usually high-and-mighty Chu Yang pinned to the gate like a dead dog, unable to move, left them stunned. They exchanged glances, unable to react for a long while.
Silence.
Stillness.
Drip...
Drip...
The only sound was Chu Yang's blood, falling drop by drop.
Inside the Demon Suppressing Division's Front Hall, the Commander, Deputy Commander, Commander Zhou, and the rest of the Division's members had also fallen silent.
After all, only a few seconds had passed from the moment Chu Yang's treachery was exposed, to his desperate escape, to his eventual death.
Too fast!
It had all happened too fast...
"Nothing to see here! Move along!"
"Keep moving!"
A group of sharp-eyed Division members hurried to block off the street outside the gate, dispersing the crowd and standing guard to keep anyone from approaching.
What a blade... What a blade...
Inside the Front Hall, Commander Zhou Tian stood beside the Commander and Deputy Commander, watching Lin Guanhuo. The image of Lin Guanhuo's strike kept replaying in his mind.
His attack had been decisive!
One slash, and it carried the force of