The youth's figure truly vanished from above the lake surface, the scattered feathers merging into the wind, as if they were born from the wind to begin with.
In everyone's eyes, the bright white feathers flashed into existence and then out again in an instant, clarifying the battle situation on the lake.
At the determined location of Qingwei's true transmission, "Beiheng" Wu Zhao and three Seven Level disciples scattered at the fastest speed, but Xie Yunxing and the other two Helm Masters weren't so fortunate. Their vision blurred momentarily, seemingly blocking something instinctively with the sound of a "ding", but in the next instant, their throats were almost simultaneously slit open.
It wasn't an inconceivable sword technique, nor did it require slippery and elusive body movements. The moment this figure in a Taoist robe arrived, it proclaimed to everyone that he came from another world.
