A small, crescent-shaped air blade shot toward Lifeng.
Its speed was so great — and the distance so close — that Lifeng didn't even have time to react, let alone defend himself.
Schlk!
A short, sharp slicing sound.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then Lifeng's head slid cleanly off his neck and rolled across the ground. The strike had been so precise that the blood didn't even spurt out immediately.
When it finally did, it instantly froze due to Logan's ice magic.
He then calmly stepped forward, stripping off Lifeng's clothes and putting them on himself.
He wouldn't have killed Lifeng this way if the three from the evil spirit families hadn't hurt Rowan and tried to use him as leverage. Even while he had been in the middle of his breakthrough, he'd heard every word they said. Despite the distance, their voices had reached him clearly.
The clothes were a bit loose on him, but he didn't care. After all, he couldn't just stay naked until he reached home.
