After a long, tense silence, the barbarian suddenly burst into laughter, her voice so powerful it rattled the air itself.
"You'll slaughter us all? With what—your pitiful cultivation base?" she mocked.
"I wouldn't recommend it, but you're more than welcome to find out," Yuan responded with a calm smile on his handsome face.
The barbarian's grin vanished, replaced by a chilling frown. "I dislike you. Arrogant, weak, and oblivious—you don't even know when to hold your tongue."
Without giving Yuan a chance to respond, she lifted her arm high and struck. In the blink of an eye, his head was reduced to nothing.
"Yuan!" Yaoqin cried, her eyes going wide with horror.
How could it be? He had fallen so easily, when only moments ago his calm and confidence had seemed unshakable.
Seeing this, Lady Chen muttered, "I knew he was bluffing this entire time… I should've killed him when I had the chance!"
