Zhou Heng swept forward, and the Hundred Ghosts Sword mercilessly whipped up a sky full of killing intent, slashing toward Fan Tong's head and neck.
"Stop!" Meng Qianjun was already too late to help and could only shout loudly.
Although Fan Tong was a worthless member of the Fan Family, dead weight or not, he was still part of the Fan Family. If he were to die on the Meng Family's territory, what kind of fury would it provoke from the Fan Family? To say nothing of anything else, just the compensation alone would be enough to make the Meng Family cry!
Thus, Fan Tong absolutely could not die—not here, at least!
Zhou Heng would not listen to him. The Hundred Ghosts Sword swept past and, with a 'thud,' Fan Tong's head severed from his neck, a rush of hot blood spurting out. But Zhou Heng's eyes immediately narrowed, because he saw a ball of radiance rising from Fan Tong's severed head, frantically flying toward the sky.
That was Fan Tong's Deity!
