"Whoosh!"
The ink-black blade tore through the air with a piercing shriek, moving too fast for the eye to follow.
Han Hu looked utterly horrified. Before he could swing his saber, the lightning-fast blade was already about to strike his protective astral energy. Its fierce, razor-sharp saber intent seemed capable of slicing open the heavens.
He knew his attempt to take Xu Yang down with him was already useless.
Before his saber could strike Xu Yang, Xu Yang's blade would cut off his head.
He tried to defend, but before he could withdraw his saber, the ink-black light had sliced through his protective astral energy and across his neck.
Xu Yang shot past him.
Han Hu froze as though struck by lightning. His wide-eyed head flew high into the air, blood gushing like a spring, every expression fixed in place.
Han Hu was dead!
Before he could even scream, his head had been severed, killing him on the spot.
"Thud, thud!"
His head and headless corpse fell together with heavy thuds. Blood gurgled from his neck, swiftly absorbed by the Life-and-Death Arena.
His head rolled several times before stopping a few meters away, the light rapidly fading from his eyes.
A brief silence descended over the hundreds gathered there. Disbelief covered every face, and many had yet to grasp what had happened.
Many of them had simply been unable to see Xu Yang's blade.
By the time they could see clearly, Han Hu had already fallen as a headless corpse.
"Han Hu's dead?"
"How did he die? I couldn't see anything!"
"Why did Xu Yang suddenly become so powerful?"
"He was too fast. I couldn't see him at all."
Many looked around blankly, trying to understand how Han Hu had died.
Lu Wei stared fixedly at Xu Yang, enunciating