C578 Melting a Tyrant Is Not to be Trifled with

The red-clothed youth held a folding fan in his hand. His beautiful eyes didn't contain the slightest emotion. As he lifted and put his hand down, a white-clothed disciple who was not far from him fell to the ground, dead with his eyes still open.

The world seemed to have quieted down. The air seemed to have frozen, and pedestrians were frozen in place