"How...how could this happen..."

Xue Jun was also stunned, his body trembling slightly.

Didn't Wang Zhi go to kill Qin Yang?

How could someone die here?

Moreover, in this way...

"Could it be..."

A terrible thought simultaneously surfaced in both of their minds.

The name "Qin Yang" had not yet been uttered.

A figure slowly walked in through the door.

His steps were light, but each step seemed to tread on the hearts of the Xue family father and son.

It made them feel suffocated.

When they saw the person's face clearly, Xue Jun and Xue Gui completely broke down.

"Qin...Qin Yang!"

Xue Gui's voice was completely off-key, filled with endless fear.

"You...how did you get here?"

Xue Jun was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

The one who entered was Qin Yang!

Qin Yang should have been killed by Wang Zhi and his bones crushed to ashes!

At this moment, he stood unharmed in front of the Xue family father and son, a faint sneer on his face.

To the Xue father and son, that smile was more terrifying than the smile of a demon!

"Surprised?"

Qin Yang spoke calmly, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Haven't you all been waiting for good news from Wang Zhi?"

"Now, I will tell you myself."

Qin Yang's gaze swept over Wang Zhi's corpse.

He is dead.

"I killed him."

Qin Yang's voice, like a death sentence, plunged the Xue family father and son into utter despair.

"No...it's impossible...this can't be..."

Xue Gui shook his head frantically, unable to accept this fact.

Wang Zhi is a disciple of the Qiankun Sect!

How could he possibly die at Qin Yang's hands?

Nothing is impossible.

Qin Yang looked coldly at Xue Gui.