"Arrogance born of talent is hardly a good habit. A genius? Heh, this world has never lacked those. What it lacks are geniuses with discernment, who know when to advance and when to retreat!"
The young man's tone shifted slightly, and an irresistible force swept toward Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng.
Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng stepped forward and shattered the pressure he released with a casual stroke of her sword.
"Oh! Interesting." The young man raised his brows, clearly not expecting Ye Qingcheng to break through his attack so easily.
"I only meant to put you in your place. It seems I'll have to get a little serious!"
Boom!
As his words fell, the young man unleashed terrifying spiritual qi, about to use a Sect Secret Art.
"Huh?" His gaze dropped.
Then a sharp pain came from the top of his head as someone grabbed his long hair and yanked it upward, almost tearing off his scalp.
The young man had yet to grasp what was happening.
Thud.
A dull impact rang out.
Hearing it, the young man looked down, only to discover that the fallen corpse was his own!
It had no head!
"H-how is this possible?!"
He stared at Ye Qingcheng, who had lifted his severed head before her.
The young man's usual air of breezy composure finally vanished. His calm deserted him, and he demanded like a madman, "Who are you?! Who the hell are you two?!"
"You don't deserve to know." Ye Qingcheng's gaze turned cold. The instant she released his bound hair, she struck down with her palm.
With a single bang, the young man's head burst apart, blood spraying everywhere. He was utterly obliterated.
The barrier before Ye Qingcheng vanished. Not a drop of blood had touched her.
"Husband, I'm afraid Heaven's Revelation Palace