Before he could even let out a scream, his body suddenly went limp and he fell to the ground, transforming into a pool of thick liquid.
"Uh..."
The onlookers could not react in time to such a scene. When they came back to their senses, they looked at Ye Xuan in fear.
As for Ye Xuan, he was indifferent to the whole thing.. He calmly put away his seven crystal-like needles and then collected the treasures left behind by the white-browed old man.
Among the treasures of the white-browed elder, only the Godsaber was worth mentioning. The rest were pretty worthless.
After killing the white-browed old man, Ye Xuan's name became famous.
From then on, those who had heard of his feats did not dare to provoke him.
"Is that true? The white-browed old man was killed by Ye Xuan?"
"How did that happen? Can someone tell me what's going on?"
Those were the questions that would be asked in the future.