At almost the same time, a great, terrible force attacked Xu Yangyi from behind.

The demon slayer’s body gracefully flipped through the air. All he felt was a billowing burst of qi from the clothes on his back. The power intensity made the blood and qi in his chest somewhat unstable.

“So strong!” His gaze likewise chilled, and he flipped his hand to slash with his sword, but he didn’t cut into anything.

The great hall was morbidly still.

Everyone watched this scene in astonishment. On the ground, Versailles’s still-twitching headless corpse was spilling blood all over the ground. Elisana was dumbstruck… as was the great lycan who was looking face-to-face with Xu Yangyi, his hair standing on edge.

The hare rising and the falcon descending. The little white bunny, which they’d previously thought they would capture, had suddenly transformed into a white tiger. In a span of several seconds, Versailles had been slain.

And although the high and lofty Savidean VII had taken action himself, he still couldn’t block Xu Yangyi!

“Versailles… died?” Dumbstruck, a Marquis stared at the huge corpse, his lips shivering. “He died… just like that?”

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