Although Jiang Yunyan's sword strike had been filled with terrifying killing intent, not many people paid attention to it. During that time, Xiao Yan had already used all three moves, and the sea of flames had slowly dissipated.
The two figures at the center of the plaza gradually became clear. Though everyone had already more or less reached a conclusion, they still needed to see it with their own eyes to confirm their guesses.
Xiao Yan stood proudly, his right hand clamped around Gu Xing's throat like iron pincers!
Gu Xing's burly body was now in a wretched state. The decayed earthen-yellow glow covering him had long since vanished completely. Several ghastly wounds, deep enough to expose bone, split across his body. One ruler mark that ran across his chest and abdomen was especially shocking—it was the trace left by the Heavy Profound Ruler's blow. Blood seeped continuously from those wounds and the corner of his mouth. Gu Xing's face had turned an unnatural purplish red from suffocation and excruciating pain, veins bulging across his forehead.
He struggled futilely, his hands instinctively trying to pry apart Xiao Yan's steel-like fingers, but his heavily injured body no longer had the strength to do so. His eyes were filled with incredulous horror and the dazed emptiness of someone utterly defeated. The third commander of the Ancient Clan, a mid-stage Half-Saint, had truly had his throat seized by Xiao Yan within three moves.
The entire plaza fell deathly silent.
All the doubts and suspicions people had held toward Xiao Yan vanished completely in the face of this overwhelmingly shocking scene.
The Yao Clan elder's eyes flashed repeatedly. "Is the power of Heavenly Flames really this formidable?"
Lei Dong folded his arms, a playful curve at the corner of his mouth. "Xiao Yan actually