Yang Yuan Shan's face changed drastically as he felt the fierce wind rushing toward him. He could clearly sense that its power was more than enough to take his life with ease.
Yang Yuan Shan tried to dodge, but it was useless. The wind was too fast, faster than his body could react.
With a swish, Yang Yuan Shan's head flew straight off his neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Bang!
His corpse immediately crumpled to the ground.
"Father!"
Yang Yuan Shan's two sons, Yang Xue Qing's two cousins, rushed into the room. Seeing Yang Yuan Shan lying on the ground, they cried out, "Father, what happened to you?"
"Father!"
They then threw themselves beside Yang Yuan Shan's corpse and burst into tears.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Yang Xue Qing gasped violently, her face as pale as paper. Using the hidden weapon just now had nearly drained all her mental strength.
Only after a long while did Yang Xue Qing recover.
She walked to Yang Yuan Shan's side and reached out to check his breathing. Once she discovered that he had completely stopped breathing, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Then she turned to his two grieving sons and said solemnly, "From now on, you must cultivate diligently. One day, you will become experts and avenge your father and grandfather."
"I'll definitely cultivate hard!"
"Sister, don't worry!"
Yang Xue Qing's two sons nodded heavily, tears streaming down their faces.
Yang Xue Qing did not deal with Yang Yuan Shan's corpse. She went straight into the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began circulating her energy to heal her injuries.
Yang Yuan Shan had been watching her closely during this period, leaving toxins in her body. The poison flared up once every seven days, and this happened