The cold wind blew in front of the great hall, lifting the white garments of little girl Yuan Yi.
The sound of Sword Sound was still echoing.
Yet, the front of the hall had fallen into extreme silence.
The pungent scent of blood drifted in the wind, the entire great hall so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Chu Man's complexion was pale as she stared at the head that had crashed down not far from her...
The child was dead beyond any doubt.
The role of an Array Pattern Master was crucial. If they could successfully form the grand formation, then with their power alone, they could withstand the attacks of several powerful beings of the same realm.
This was actually the reason for his death.
Because it was too important.
Therefore, it had to be taken out as a priority.
"Hissing—"
This thick blood wind finally blew towards Xie Xuanyi, moving his broad hat and black robe.
Xie Xuanyi stood right next to Yuan Yi, three feet apart.
Three feet, the distance of a sword.
