When Nangong Xuan turned his head, he was momentarily stunned, seemingly unable to react.
But soon, his pupils abruptly contracted.
The circle that was supposed to be filled with his family's cultivators was now completely empty!
"What happened?!" Nangong Xuan looked around in shock and anger, "Where are the people? Where did they all die?!"
Only then did the five of them notice the bodies scattered around the ground, each maintaining their posture from life, as if frozen in a single instant.
Even more terrifying, they couldn't remember exactly when these people died!
"Hmm?"
At this moment, they spotted a figure wearing a comical chicken head mask, imitating their previous stance, leisurely watching the battle with arms crossed.
The person even stood on tiptoe, peeking around like a curious townsfolk.
"It's you!" Nangong Xuan looked at the chicken head mask and immediately realized, his beard and mustache bristling, "You killed Nangong Ye?!"
