Fang Nian also felt a chill, looking up he caught sight of He Yiyuan's gaze, glinting with ruthlessness. He couldn't help but step back and stutter, "He... Brother He, why... why are you looking at me like that."
"How should I look at you?" Drawing the Treasured Sword that emitted a cold gleam, he gently wiped it with his sleeve.
"It's creepy to look at, better you don't look at me at all. Let's pretend I didn't say anything just now," shaking his head, he prepared to lead the soldiers in an assault on the Iron Cavalry Army and storm into the residence.
Just as Fang Nian was turning around, He Yiyuan's sword rose and fell, and Fang Nian's head rolled to the ground, blood spurting over a meter high from the gaping wound, and his body collapsed thunderously.
The soldiers nearby, upon seeing this, retreated in droves, looking at He Yiyuan as if he were a ghost, none daring to approach.