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Xu Yuan's expression was extremely calm as he stood in the middle of the street, holding the wide-eyed head of the Yin-yang Master in one hand and his sword in the other.

The Dry Leaf Elder, who had been deceived and pursued forward, sensed something was amiss and turned back, only to witness this scene.

His pupils shrank slightly, and his stooped body straightened a bit, as a touch of emotion appeared on his aged face.

"You killed the Yin-yang Master?"

the Dry Leaf Elder asked hoarsely.

As he spoke, his gaze continuously observed the bleeding head in Xu Yuan's hand and the pool of blood beneath his feet.

However, no matter how many times his Divine Sense swept over, it remained incredibly real.

'This is not any illusion...'

His heart also sank.

The Dry Leaf Elder had understood; from the very beginning, this was a ruse.