The wind howled ominously, bringing with it an icy chill that permeated the entire area. Bone fragments, stained with traces of blood, were caught in the gust, scattering them all around. Droplets of blood misted the surrounding onlookers. Panic ensued as a chorus of shocked cries rang out. The abrupt gusts left everyone bewildered, with no one having glimpsed the radiant figure that had been in the midst of the storm.0

Wang Xuan observed as the luminosity of the beheaded entity rapidly faded. The figure became increasingly transparent until it disintegrated completely amidst the cold winds. Is the Immortal actually dead? 0

Of course, Wang Xuan found it hard to believe that this entity was a true immortal. He recalled previous encounters with formidable beings. The haughty female swordsman who'd once overwhelmed his friend, Old Chen, and the mighty white tiger that had whisked Old Chen away in its transformed kitten form. Such celestial beings defied comprehension. 0

Nobody seemed to realize Wang Xuan's role in neutralizing the mysterious entity. Still, the chilling wind and sudden blood spatters left everyone deeply unnerved. Only the elderly Daoist and the monk remained unaffected. 0

To avoid drawing attention, Wang Xuan discreetly smeared some blood on himself amidst the chaos, hoping to blend in and stave off any unnecessary compli...0