The Nonstick Pan Qian Sha Yu, While Qian Renxue Took the Blame

Golden petals scattered across the ground.

Yue Guan's corpse lay silently in a pool of blood.

His right hand still clutched that black bone tightly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared fixedly at Qian Sha Yu before him.

The Second Worship, the most senior of them all, had an exceptionally complicated expression in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, his voice frighteningly low.

"Xue'er, you... you killed a Titled Elder of Spirit Hall!"

He had never expected Qian Sha Yu to cause such an enormous disaster.

On the second day after returning to Spirit City, he had openly killed a core member of the Papal Hall.

Qian Sha Yu rolled his eyes. "He wanted to kill me, so I killed him first. What's the problem?"

Straightforward.

Overbearing.

Without the slightest trace of guilt.

Yue Guan had already revealed his killing intent three times out of hatred, and every move he made just now had been lethal.

By the rules, Qian Sha Yu could at most be considered to have used excessive force in self-defense.

Jiang Mo Douluo tightened his grip on the Coiling Dragon Staff, cold sweat beading across his forehead.

"If Big Brother learns about this, he'll definitely be furious."

Qian Sha Yu casually wiped the remaining blood from his sword.

"Then go tell him now."

"While you're at it, pass along a message for me. Tell him I haven't had enough fun sightseeing yet, so don't rush over to bother me."

Listen to that! What kind of thing was that to say?!

Jiang Mo Douluo choked on those words and began coughing repeatedly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression turned terrifyingly grim.

At this point, if things continued escalating, the conflict between the Papal Hall and the Worship Hall would only worsen.

The Second Worship took a deep breath and sternly