The dishes on the table were still steaming, but blood had already flowed beneath its legs.
Chen Yi grabbed Qin Peng's neck with one hand, chanting a spell as he forcibly pulled the latter's soul out, containing it within his palm.
He acted as though no one else existed.
The female Taoists of Yin Sword Mountain stood frozen in place, the scene eerily silent, each face pale as a ghost.
None could fathom how this Taoist, who had just helped to exorcise an evil spirit, could suddenly erupt in violence and kill someone.
And he did so as effortlessly as slaughtering a chicken.
Lu Ying's fingertips trembled as she finally regained her composure, murmuring:
"It's you…"
The words had barely left her lips.
Chen Yi twisted his head, casting a glance their way.
One of the female Taoists, stammering, parted her lips to utter three words.
"Murder…"
But before the three words were completely spoken.
