Fang Yuan hovered in the air, his robes stirring in the rising heat of the pyres. His voice was light, almost calm.
"I need to release some stress… disciple."
And in the next breath, he was gone.
But not a second had passed when the air rippled in front of Fang Lian and from within Fang Yuan reappeared, on his hand, held a head dripping with fresh blood.
Gasps erupted. The Fang family members froze, shock written across their faces.
"What…?"
Fang Yuan tossed the head aside with a flick of his wrist, his eyes never losing their cold gleam.
"Can you count them for me, Lian'er. Will you?"
Fang Lian swallowed hard, her throat dry, but nodded quickly. "Y-yes, Master."
Fang Yuan's smile was faint, chilling.
Then his figure blurred once more.
And again.
And again.
Each time he reappeared, another head dangled from his grip before being discarded like refuse.
His movements were effortless, relentless, like a phantom of death weaving between realms.
