"No..."
Jiang Xun's face filled with despair, and he roared in defiance.
Crack!
The heavy sword fell. His scream stopped short as his head burst like a watermelon, just as Yang Ao's had. Red and white matter sprayed everywhere. His headless body stiffened, then toppled straight backward.
"Xun..."
Jiang Yun's vision went black. He nearly fainted, and none of his earlier smugness remained.
Those who had praised him for having such a fine son fell silent too.
Given the talent Xu Yang had displayed, even if the Profound Sect did not favor him after he entered, he was not someone just anyone could take revenge on.
More importantly, Pei Qingyi had done nothing to save Jiang Xun. That proved the Jiang Family had never managed to latch onto the Pei Clan.
"Jiang Xun's dead? Xu Yang actually dared kill him?"
"Xu Yang has some nerve. Isn't he afraid of offending Kyoto's circle of young masters?"
"Dead. They're all dead. This trial really is for settling old scores."
"What kind of young master was Jiang Xun? The Jiang Family is just a fallen minor household. If they were truly a great clan, how could Xu Yang have had the chance to kill him? Kyoto's other Spirit Bone Prodigies would have stepped in long ago."
Discussion filled the steps. Everyone stared in shock at the handsome figure.
Liu Yi, Zhong Kai, Guan Hao, and Zhao Xiaoqin had witnessed the entire feud between Xu Yang and Jiang Xun. All four were dumbstruck. As they had understood it, Xu Yang was the one who should have fallen in the end.
Xu Yang reached out through the air. The Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon sword Jiang Xun had dropped flew into his hand, and he looked up the staircase.
Leng Qiuyue was still battling Yu Yong. They