Xiao Xuan died.
It happened in an instant. By the time the others came to their senses, his headless corpse had already fallen to the ground.
Immediately afterward.
They saw Ye Hong turn his icy gaze toward them.
"Young Master Ye, we have nothing to do with the Xiao Family!"
"That's right! We barely knew Xiao Xuan."
"Young Master Ye—"
They all backed away, terror written across their faces.
They had every reason to be afraid.
Ye Hong was far too powerful. Even someone as strong as Xiao Xuan had been no match for him and had been slain on the spot.
Everyone understood that with Xiao Xuan dead, the Xiao Family was finished.
How could a family without a Heavenly Being possibly withstand a Heavenly Being bent on revenge?
So.
The Xiao Family's destruction was inevitable.
While Xiao Xuan was still alive, they had been willing to risk their lives for the Xiao Family because they hoped to gain something from it.
But now.
Xiao Xuan was dead, and the great ship that was the Xiao Family was already riddled with holes. It could sink at any moment, taking everyone aboard with it.
Under these circumstances, who would still stand with the Xiao Family?
Doing so.
Would be no different from courting death.
"Die!"
Ye Hong's expression was impassive as he thrust out a palm. His Palm Astral Force engulfed the surrounding void, enveloping everyone present.
The next instant.
The Palm Astral Force descended.
Every cultivator it touched had their body burst apart instantly, their life and cultivation utterly extinguished.
He had no intention of sparing these fence-sitters.
Killing them.
Was cleaner.
After glancing at Xiao Xuan's corpse on the ground, Ye Hong prepared to turn and leave.
"Wait!"
Qin Er's voice stopped him from within his mind.
Ye