Su Yunxian could not believe her eyes. She trembled as she looked in the direction of Xiao Yan. The breath that hung in her throat had not been released yet, but she watched as a surge of spiritual power pierced through the veins in her neck.
Suddenly, blood spurted out from the wound on Su Yunxian's neck like a fountain.
Her fragile body convulsed on the ground and kept twitching. Su Yunxian's eyes widened in terror as she watched the splattered blood on her face.
Xiao Yan, on the other hand, took a step back the moment she was about to spit out blood. He coldly maintained a certain distance from Su Yunxian. The way he looked at her was as if he was looking at something unsightly, so cold that it seemed like he could freeze her.
Her body twitched and writhed, but she couldn't utter a single cry.
