Seeing Nangong Cheng's abnormal performance, the newcomer clearly hesitated for a moment and slowed down.
Right at that juncture, wind whistled and tigers roared, and a carriage rolled like thunder, bearing down from a hundred miles away in an instant.
Nangong Cheng sensed this as well, but the moment he raised his head, sword qi as azure as the sky sliced through the void.
At that moment, the newcomer behind him yelled out again, "True Man Yu, stay your hand!"
But it was already too late.
That sword qi arrived so fast it gave Nangong Cheng no chance at all; the moment it entered his field of view, its sharpness cut straight from his shoulder and neck down to his crotch, splitting his entire body diagonally in two.
By then, the speaker had just arrived and could only stare blankly at the two remaining corpses, whose very blood had been sealed off by the sword qi.
He was also a cultivator of the Qionglu Society; even if he knew Nangong Cheng's state was bizarre, he still could not bear to witness such an end. After a long moment, he gnashed his teeth and turned his head.
"True Man Yu, you—"
His words were cut off once more because he did not see any True Man Yu, but rather a human figure descending that stood over a zhang tall.
Though human in shape, this entity was faintly aglow with a jade light, riding a tiger and holding a lamp, wreathed in clouds and mist. It did not resemble a mortal, but rather looked like a heavenly being.
The Qionglu Society cultivator was given a fright. Before he could decide how to treat the newcomer, his body shook violently, blasted away by the fierce gang wind kicked up as the "heavenly being"