Yun Xiao smiled, his hand a flash of steel as the three-foot azure blade swept through the air.0

THUD! A head, noble and untouchable as a goddess, flew into the air...0

In the moment before it soared, Bing Shuiyue was utterly numb. She couldn't fathom what had happened. To her, such an event was an impossibility, yet it had unfolded before her eyes.0

It was like a pig, reared at home, turning on its master—an utterly preposterous tale...0

She hadn't the time to unravel this mystery, for Yun Xiao had crisply and cleanly sent her on her way.0

“What?” The gathered slaves gawked in fright as the headless body of the goddess slumped softly to the ground before Yun Xiao.0

After that, Yun Xiao quipped, “You struck first, intending to kill me. I'm not at fault here.”0

The slaves were stunned to their cores! Only the blood on the ice told them this...0