There had been no warning whatsoever. Though they were still some distance apart, Fang Shiming's neck seemed to have been severed by a sharp weapon, and his head simply fell off.
The head that rolled onto the ground had its eyes wide open. He was not dead yet, but his eyes revealed an incredulous shock.
"Impossible."
Fang Shiming could still think, but without the supernatural power within his body sustaining him, the time he could survive as nothing but a head was extremely limited.
Everyone else was stunned by the sight as well.
They knew very well how powerful Fang Shiming was. Within the current supernatural circle, he was undoubtedly among the very best.
Yet now, before this Yang Jian, Fang Shiming did not even have the strength to fight back. His head had been effortlessly cut off.
"I told you to get lost, but you just wouldn't listen. Your face kept swaying around in front of me, and sometimes I really found it hard to hold back. I had no choice but to kill you. I hope you don't mind," Yang Jian said slowly as he stared at Fang Shiming's remaining head.
Fang Shiming's head opened and closed his mouth, as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could not utter a single word.
Very soon.
The light in his eyes rapidly faded, his consciousness dissipated, and he died with his eyes open.
"He's dead just like that?" Jiang Shangbai was still standing there in a daze.
It seemed he had yet to accept the outcome of Fang Shiming's death.
"Are you kidding me? The leader of the Friends Circle was taken out that easily? Has this man named Yang Jian really become this terrifying?" Cao Yang's expression kept shifting. He could not believe what