Lin Changfu still had a glimmer of life left in him, as he grabbed onto the trunk of the tree, attempting to escape.
Li Xiaoyao took a step forward, arriving beneath him, and said in a cold voice, "The second one!"
Having said that, Li Xiaoyao swung his arm, and a strand of vigor shot out from his fingertips like a sharp blade, instantly decapitating Lin Changfu.
"Thud, thud~"
The blood-drenched head rolled twice on the ground, Lin Changfu's eyes wide open with anger and fear.
"Hiss~"
A chorus of gasps resounded through the courtyard; Li Xiaoyao's strength to kill Lin Beize in one move might not have meant much to them, but his ruthless and decisive method of killing truly shocked many.
In this era, most cultivators were gradually getting in touch with the secular world, and the innate air of slaughter within them had long since dissipated. To see someone like Li Xiaoyao, who drew his sword without a word, was indeed very rare.