"He's not dead?"
"How could that kid not be dead?"
The look of surprise on everyone's faces instantly drained the color from the wind and rain in the heavens and earth.
Jiang Xiaobai stepped down from Jiang Yuren's arms, landing on both feet, and walked down the steps slowly. Each of his steps seemed to tread on the hearts of everyone present, causing Lady Zeng and the others to tremble with fear.
"Let go of my grandfather!"
Jiang Xiaobai looked at Zeng Yiqiu, his gaze cold as a sword.
"Heh, kid, if I don't..."
Zeng Yichun hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a domineering Sword Qi appeared from the void, splitting him directly in half. Blood rain splattered, and Zeng Yiqiu, despite his cultivation, was powerless to resist and was killed instantly.
Everyone looked in horror at Zeng Yiqiu's corpse, split in half, each face showing horror.
"Grandfather!"
Jiang Xiaobai stepped forward and helped Jiang Feng up.
"Xiao... Xiaobai."
