The katana, broken in half, entered through the forehead and exited from the back of the head, its bright blood stark, sticky, falling from the blade like threads.
Uki Chie died just like that, right in front of everyone, falling straight down, and everyone knew that once a person turned into that state, there was no longer any chance of living.
The others wore masks, making it impossible to see their expressions, but from their half-step back, their stiff movements, a bit delayed, it was not hard to tell how surprised and shocked they were.
Among these people, Uki Chie's strength may not have been the strongest, but to be instantly killed by Chen Wei's samurai's technique indicated just how terrifying and astonishing Chen Wei's strength truly was.
Yamada's face, too, looked extremely ugly. He hadn't recovered from the shock, his eyes fixated on Uki Chie lying at his feet, staring with eyes wide open, dead yet unaccepting of his fate.
