"No..."
Despair filled Jiang Xun's face as he roared in defiance.
Crack!
The heavy sword cleaved down, cutting his scream short. Like Yang Ao before him, Jiang Xun's head burst apart like a watermelon, red and white splattering together. His headless body stiffened, then toppled straight backward.
"Xun..."
Jiang Yun's vision went black, and he nearly fainted. Every trace of his earlier smugness vanished.
Those who had praised him for having such a fine son fell silent as well.
With the talent Xu Yang had displayed, once he entered the Profound Sect, he would not be someone just anyone could take revenge on, even if the sect paid him little attention.
Most importantly, Pei Qingyi had not concerned himself with whether Jiang Xun lived or died. That proved the Jiang Family had never truly latched onto the Pei Family's coattails.
"Jiang Xun is dead? Xu Yang actually dared to kill him?"
"Xu Yang has gall enough to swallow the heavens. Isn't he afraid of offending Kyoto's circle of young masters?"
"Dead. They're all dead. This trial really is meant for settling grudges."
"What kind of damned young master was Jiang Xun? The Jiang Family is just a declining little household. If they were a major lineage, how could Xu Yang have had the chance to kill him? The other Spirit Bone Prodigies from Kyoto would have intervened long ago."
Discussion filled the steps as everyone stared in shock at the handsome figure.
Liu Yi, Zhong Kai, Guan Hao, and Zhao Xiaoqin, who had witnessed the entire feud between Xu Yang and Jiang Xun, were all dumbfounded. As far as they had understood it, Xu Yang should have been the one to fall in the end.
Xu Yang reached out and grasped the air. Jiang Xun's fallen Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon longsword