The sudden turn of events sent the entire Purple Mansion Battlefield into an uproar, then froze it in an instant.
Dead?
Qin Chuan... had died just like that?
That peak expert at Purple Mansion Perfection, whose vicious reputation resounded throughout the White Lotus Sect, who had roamed unchallenged for over a century, had simply had his neck pierced by a single sword strike?
He had not managed one decent counterattack, had not even had time to spit out a dying threat before his head rolled across the ground like a rotten melon casually tossed aside.
What a humiliating way to die.
And... how had Jiang Tian turned into Zhang Shuai?!
It was as though someone had pressed pause on the entire sky. The cries of battle, the thunder of spells, the clash of weapons—all vanished in that instant.
Whether cultivators of the Three Sects or demonic cultivators of the White Lotus Sect, everyone froze where they stood, their eyes fixed on that headless corpse, which stood spurting blood for a moment before crashing down.
"Jiang—Tian!"
A shrill scream brimming with hatred and murderous intent suddenly tore through the deathly silence.
It was Wu Xiuxiu.
The White Lotus Sect's sole remaining female demonic cultivator among its peak experts at Purple Mansion Perfection.
Her eyes instantly reddened, her pupils burning with near-mad rage and grief. Her black hair danced without wind, and she resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Qin Chuan had fought beside her for over a century. There had been no romance between them, but they shared the bond of comrades-in-arms. And now he had died, right before everyone's eyes, at the hands of a mere junior in the late Purple Mansion stage.
How could she not hate him?
"Blood! Dragon! Fury!"
Her hands abruptly formed a seal.