With a thud, the Yellow-robed youth's headless corpse fell to the ground. Blood spread everywhere, a gruesome sight.
"Uh..."
The few companions beside him felt the hot blood splatter across their faces. Staring at the Yellow-robed youth's corpse on the ground, their pupils shrank, and they froze.
They had still been lost in their dreams moments ago, but now they jolted awake in fright.
The Yellow-robed youth was a top Heavenly Prodigy of the Song Clan Immortal Family, and the strongest among them. Yet he'd been killed in an instant!
Who had struck? How could they be so terrifyingly powerful?
"What incredible strength. Who is this person?"
The people around them turned to look, their faces full of curiosity. The Yellow-robed youth often came here, and most people knew him and were familiar with his strength.
There were certainly people here capable of killing him in a single blow, but they were definitely not of his generation.
Lin Haoyu looked like a Heavenly Prodigy of the current generation, yet he'd killed the Yellow-robed youth in an instant. He had to be a young Supreme Being whose name had already resounded throughout the myriad heavens!
"Sorry, I tend to hit too hard. It won't happen again!"
Lin Haoyu glanced indifferently at the Yellow-robed youth's corpse, then turned and followed Hua Yunfei and the others away.
He hadn't meant to kill the Yellow-robed youth, but he hadn't expected his opponent to be so pitifully weak—not even able to withstand one strike. He'd died just like that, and it wasn't Lin Haoyu's fault.
Behind him, the Yellow-robed youth's companions watched Lin Haoyu swagger away. They wanted to threaten him, but they couldn't bring themselves to open their mouths, afraid they'd be killed the moment they spoke.
"What do we do? Song Ma is