Fang Yang remained as calm as ever. Under everyone's horrified gazes, he gently extended his hand, and Xiaodie, who had still been dodging him, was pulled straight back.
With her neck clamped in one of Fang Yang's hands, she struggled constantly, her face pale and her eyes filled with pleading.
"L-let me go."
She begged desperately.
But Fang Yang showed no mercy, simply holding her by the neck.
Then...
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out.
Xiaodie's neck was snapped outright. She died on the spot and slumped limply to the ground, her eyes still wide open at the moment of death, as though she could not rest in peace.
Not a bird cried; even a falling pin could have been heard.
Everyone remained silent, the Blood Rain Cult disciples included. They had gained an entirely new understanding of their Demon Venerable's ruthlessness.
Just then...
Rustle, rustle.
Footsteps sounded, and an old woman appeared outside the door, just in time to see the scene in the courtyard.
Her eyes widened, and excitement surged through her.
"You filthy whore, you're finally dead."
"I knew it. You weren't going to survive. Cough, cough..."
The old woman coughed in excitement, her expression somewhat savage. Fang Yang could not even be bothered to glance at her. With a wave of his hand, a blast of astral wind swept over and struck her instantly.
Pfft!
The old woman spat blood and tumbled to the ground, likewise dying on the spot.
"Enough. Are you still going to put on an act before me?"
Fang Yang spoke coldly.
As soon as his words fell, gusts of yin wind suddenly rose in the courtyard. They swept across the ground, making everything seem so cold.
Joss paper fluttered through the air, and the coffin inside the house rattled and shook.