Boom!
A thunderclap rang out.
A brilliant light suddenly engulfed everyone's vision, blinding them all.
Immediately afterward, a sense of impending annihilation descended on every heart.
The terror of death permeated their minds, leaving their bodies rigid.
It felt as though they would all leave this world in the very next second.
That brilliant light was lightning.
Lightning descending from the heavens.
This was no ordinary lightning. Even family elders in the qi refining, spirit transformation realm could feel death approaching.
At that moment, everyone had only one thought: to pray.
To pray that this bolt of lightning would not strike them.
The next instant, a second thunderclap rang out.
The sound of lightning traveled far more slowly than the lightning itself, so this second thunderclap was the actual sound of the bolt crashing down.
Before the thunder sounded, the lightning had already struck.
This thunderclap signaled the end of the strike.
A scorched smell began spreading through the surroundings. Everyone present was a powerful cultivator, with a sense of smell far keener than an ordinary person's.
Now, every one of them could smell it distinctly.
"What happened?"
Yuan Siyuan cried out, then began to worry.
"Family Head!"
"Family Head!"
Several cries rang out at once as Yuan Siyuan and the Yuan Family's four elders turned toward where Yuan Siwen had stood.
The lightning had appeared suddenly and vanished just as quickly.
Yuan Tian's first reaction was to wonder whether Zhang Yuanrang's words had actually come true.
Where Yuan Siwen had been standing, nothing remained.
"This... this is unbelievable."
Yuan Tian stared in shock at the space in front of Zhang Yuanrang.
A man should have been standing there, but now only a pile of ashes remained.
Yes, ashes.
Nothing besides ashes remained.
Yuan Siwen was gone, and so was