From start to finish, the entire battle had probably taken no more than three to five minutes.
"It's over already?"
The crowd still found it somewhat unreal.
These were three great Foresight experts, a level countless martial artists could probably never reach in a lifetime. Even in the old days, they would have dominated entire regions. How had they died so cleanly now?
Gan Yu could no longer smile.
He did not even glance at the three corpses on the ground, only stared at Lian Youming, his gaze fixed.
Standing on the rooftop, Lian Youming walked to the corner of the eaves and crouched halfway down to look at Gan Yu.
"What fun is just watching? Want to give it a try yourself?"
Without a word, Gan Yu turned and left with the others.
The experts from the various schools and sects wanted to stop them, but Lian Youming said calmly, "Let them go!"
Even Situ Qingqing felt the urge to kill. Her usual vivacious charm was gone, her pretty face covered in chilling killing intent. She wished she could finish Gan Yu off that very instant.
Her mother's murderer could not share the same sky with her.
Many Hongmen disciples were also itching to act, their teeth clenched and their eyes almost splitting with fury.
"Qingqing, let him go!"
In the end, Situ Wudi spoke up and called everyone to a halt.
Only after Gan Yu's party had gone far away and the three corpses had disappeared did Lian Youming enter the Hung Fist Association Hall.
"You really intend to let them off?"
Zhu Wu could not quite understand.
If they were not killed, more than half their supporters would surely lose heart.
Lian Youming brushed off his shoulders and said quietly, "Of course not! I said they wouldn't