She trembled as she stared at Ren Tianyun’s lifeless body on the ground, her face as pale as a sheet, drained of all color.
"You... you actually killed him?"
"Hmm? Is there a problem?" Xue An stepped slowly over the blood-soaked earth where Ren Tianyun had fallen, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.
Tan Feiwen shuddered all over, then seemed to realize something. She quickly lowered her head and stammered in a trembling voice:
"Nothing at all. That Ren Tianyun dared to oppose you, Master. His death is nothing more than reaping what he sowed!"
"Master?" Xue An echoed the word languidly, a faint, indiscernible smile curving his lips.
"That’s right! Didn’t you just say, Master, that as long as I was willing to become your slave, you’d spare me? Now, I wholeheartedly swear fealty to you!" Tan Feiwen declared earnestly.
Xue An remained noncommittal, stepping forward slowly to gaze quietly at Tan Feiwen.
Though her complexion was still pale, the determination on her face was genuine. She even offered a faint smile, exuding a subtle and captivating allure.
Ah Qing cursed inwardly, Shameless woman!
Xue An, however, burst out laughing as well. Reaching out, he gently lifted Tan Feiwen’s chin.
An emotion of humiliation flickered in Tan Feiwen’s eyes, but she submissively raised her chin higher, without the slightest hesitation.
Xue An stared at her in silence for a moment, and then suddenly said, "It’s a pity I forgot to tell you this earlier: You don’t qualify to be my slave!"
These words were even more shocking than Ren Tianyun’s earlier execution. Many people froze in astonishment, staring blankly at Xue An, their thoughts in turmoil—what was this young man planning to do?
Could it be... he’d gone mad?
Tan Feiwen was stunned as well. The mounting humiliation drained the color from her face, but she bit down hard on her lower lip and asked in a low voice, "Master... What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Xue An arched an eyebrow slightly, smirking faintly. "I mean... you must die as well!"
As soon as these words fell—
Tan Feiwen’s entire body bristled with goosebumps, and without hesitation, she abandoned her human clan body. A black shadow surged out from her crown and darted toward the distant horizon.
Her reactions and decisiveness couldn’t be faulted.
She reasoned clearly: as long as she could escape and return to the depths of the Ghost Realm, she could immediately muster the forces of the Ren and Tan Families to annihilate this dangerous young man.
Unfortunately, all her plans came to naught like fleeting illusions.
Because before her soul managed to leave the platform, a streak of sword light sliced through her.
Thud!
A muffled sound echoed, followed by Tan Feiwen’s agonized scream. Her soul was cleaved in two.
No matter how the two halves of black mist wriggled, they could no longer fuse back together.
Tan Feiwen decisively abandoned one half of her divine sense, hoping to preserve her main consciousness and escape.
Xue An’s expression remained unchanged. He merely raised his hand and clenched his fingers abruptly.
Bang!
The space seemed to shatter under his grip, and Tan Feiwen let out a blood-curdling scream.
"Just you wait... the Tan Family and the Ren Family will never forgive you!"
"Very well! I’ll be waiting!" Xue An responded in a calm, indifferent tone.
With one final explosive sound, this proud daughter of the Tan Family met her end, her soul utterly obliterated.
The entire crowd fell deathly silent, as if the very sound of breathing had disappeared.
Everyone stared, stupefied.
The only difference was the expressions on their faces. Those usually arrogant and domineering members of the Ghost Race were now gripped by terror.
When she saw those enemies—who would have required her life as a sacrifice to destroy—being slain like mere dogs in the hands of this white-clad youth, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
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