The swordmaster tried to turn and flee, relying on the speed of his flying sword.
But it was already too late.
Pinned to the ground by the torrent, the swordmaster instantly lost consciousness.
His death, though, was not a swift one.
At Lord Wu'an's residence in the Anbei Four Garrisons.
Liu Yong withdrew his gaze. Without his noticing, the teacup in his hand had already been shaken to dust.
Vermin!!
Liu Yong's slightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed.
"Sir."
Li Ping'an walked in and immediately asked, "How did it go?"
"Just two vermin, hoping to fish up some benefits amid the chaos. I've already dealt with them."
Liu Yong gently rubbed between his brows. At such a great distance.
And using such an overbearing method to crush two Cultivators of considerable cultivation to death.
For him, it had not been as effortless as it appeared.
Ultimately, it had taken something of a toll on him.
Yet his actions this time.
Had been intended to deter those watching from the shadows from stepping out of line.
Great Sui remained the same Great Sui, unmatched in battle.
Liu Yong took a moment to recover, then continued, "These things haven't been uncommon in recent years.
"The Demon-Suppression Bureau has recorded several times as many Demon Ghost revivals as in previous years..."
Worry showed on Liu Yong's face.
"Sir, do you know what changes will befall the Nine Provinces? Could it really just be that the Demon Race's attack on Demon-Suppressing Pass has triggered some sort of upheaval?"
"That may only be part of the reason," Li Ping'an said. "As for the specifics, I'm not clear on them either. I only know that the world is about to change.
"As for what form it will take, or in what direction things will develop, I know