As his words fell, he pressed his right index and middle fingers together and pointed through the air.
"Sss-"
The right arm that had so roughly seized Little Radiant Chick severed cleanly at the shoulder! No blood gushed from the stump, for every trace of vitality in its flesh had been annihilated in an instant by the deathly energy of chaos.
"Aaargh-!!" The belated agony tore an inhuman scream from Mu Cheng.
Yun Qing's gaze remained calm, without the satisfaction of vengeance fulfilled. Their deaths could not restore the warmth in his palm. Instead, they only made that coldness and emptiness clearer.
Everything... had been in vain.
"Soul, perish." The final judgment.
"No! Spare me! I'll be your slave! I..." Mu Cheng's pleading stopped abruptly.
The next moment, a line of blood flashed, and Mu Cheng's head parted from his body. Then, from head to foot, he crumbled inch by inch into dust. Flesh, divine soul, true spirit-every trace that constituted his existence returned to primordial nothingness beneath the power of chaos.
In no more than three breaths, Mu Cheng's body and soul were utterly destroyed, his life and cultivation extinguished.
The members of the Mu Family, who had so fiercely laid their deadly trap just moments ago, had vanished without a trace.
Only the terrifying pressure lingering in the air bore witness to Little Radiant Chick's "fall" and a grief-stricken slaughter.
Heaven and earth lay deathly still, the wind whimpering.
Everyone held their breath, staring in horror at the figure steeped in profound grief at the center of the battlefield.
The killing intent that had boiled to its peak receded, leaving boundless sorrow and emptiness.
Yun Qing stood where he was, his head slightly bowed, his gaze returning to his palm.
There, Little Radiant Chick's golden down had lost