"No need."
Ye Xuan swung his hand in a slash, and the sword light flashed by, sending Song Ling's head flying off, her neck spurting a three-foot column of blood.
Song Ling's eyes were wide open, obviously, she had never expected that Ye Xuan would kill her so decisively, even right up until her death.
A beautiful disciple from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land just perished, fading away like fragrance and jade.
Although Ye Xuan seldom engaged in such ruthless acts in the past, it didn't mean he was incapable of them. He would show no mercy to anyone who sought his life, no matter their gender. He was certainly not soft-hearted when it came to women.
Just after Song Ling died, a loud boom sounded from behind Ye Xuan.
The Trapping Array had been broken by Mu Yan.
"Damn it, you actually killed them all."
Seeing the bodies lying on the ground, especially Song Ling's corpse, Mu Yan's eyes quickly turned blood-red with rage.
