A bloody head rolled to the center of the meeting hall, stopping at the feet of the five sect masters, the Taiyin Sect Master's eyes unable to close in his death.
The moment was silent, not just silent, but an indescribable deathly stillness!
The disciples of the six sects were silent, the faces of the five sect masters were heavy, and the entire hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop; no one dared to make a sound.
Hoo!
A breath of impure air slowly exhaled from Ye Xuan, the aura around him gradually dissipating, though the occasional glint in his eyes proved his current state was excellent.
No one knew how the Taiyin Sect Master died; only Ye Xuan, who was present, knew how he killed the Taiyin Sect Master.
