Huang Fanglan's words instantly made Zhu Fei's expression turn cold.
"Since this is your attitude, we have nothing more to say."
A brilliant glow appeared at the tip of Zhu Fei's sword, and before Pan Tianshun and Huang Fanglan could react, it sliced directly across Pan Ziyang's neck!
In an instant, Pan Ziyang's startled head flew high.
Before his Primordial Spirit could escape, Zhu Fei swung his sword again, obliterating Pan Ziyang's Primordial Spirit into nothingness in the blink of an eye!
"Ziyang!"
The sudden development made Pan Tianshun, Huang Fanglan, and the others' eyes almost bulge out in rage.
Huang Fanglan's eyes turned blood red, filled with venomous hatred.
"How dare you kill my son, you're dead, none of your family or friends will continue to survive!"
Zhu Fei's eyes turned icy cold, "If that's the case, then your Yin Yang Sword Sect has no reason to exist anymore."
