Ye Chenfeng felt not a trace of pity for Jiang Yunting. He glanced at Zhang Wenxuan lying on the ground and suddenly urged the Spiritual Qi River in his meridians. The Black Xuan Sword in his right hand suddenly swept toward Zhang Wenxuan's neck without warning.
And the heavily injured Zhang Wenxuan couldn't avoid Ye Chenfeng's sword at all. He could only watch helplessly as the Black Xuan Sword came closer and closer to his neck until with a "sizzle!" sound, it sliced through Zhang Wenxuan's neck, severing his head from his body.
Warm blood gushed out from Zhang Wenxuan's neck, his eyes wide open, filled with a look of terror. His entire head lay silently on the ground.
Not far away, Jiang Yunting, who had been muttering to herself, seemed to be greatly shocked upon seeing Zhang Wenxuan also dead. Her body immediately leaped up from the ground, and she rushed quickly toward Ye Chenfeng.
