Silence!
Absolute silence!
North and south of the Beiyin River, a deathly stillness reigned!
The experts of the Six Great Sects and the Taixu Sword Sect were so shocked they couldn't speak, and the surrounding Jianghu onlookers were all frozen, mouths agape, thoughts in disarray.
But the ones most shocked were undoubtedly Li Qingshan and Mengg Qi, who stood on the Beiyin River.
Each of them stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
This was none other than Zhang Jian, the "Night Shura"!
Among them, Mengg Qi and the other three knew this person's strength most deeply. His saber techniques were domineering, and none of them could confidently claim they could defeat Zhang Jian outright.
And now, this overwhelmingly powerful figure had been killed so inexplicably, without the slightest resistance?
And the one who did it merely waved a sleeve, as if it required no effort at all?
"There's definitely something fishy here!"
