The bowl shattered, and the man died. In a simple second, Lei Yaoxing collapsed backward. Amid futile struggling, he bled out and died.

Within the deathly silence, nobody spoke. Only Ji Jue craned his neck upward with wide eyes, practically wishing he could pull out a telescope and examine everything frame by frame. What the hell was that? What just happened? How did that happen?

A Rebirth Realm Chosen One could survive being thrown into a furnace alive. Those with stronger defenses could take an anti-materiel rifle round to the face without even having their skin pierced. And yet, a fragment of coarse porcelain bouncing off the ground had slit open Lei Yaoxing’s throat and caused him to bleed to death? He didn’t even have the strength to struggle.

What kind of principle was this? How was this even possible? His hair practically stood on end. He could not understand it, could not make sense of it, could not figure it out at all.

At that moment, all he managed to perceive was a faint ripple of spirit matter that surfaced when the porcelain bowl shattered. Silent and flowing, fleeting and soundless, it swept through the mourning hall in the blink of an eye. Then it pierced flesh and soul alike, stole away a life, and finally returned to darkness. There had been no drawn blades, no desperate life-and-death struggle. The execution had simply been carried out with casual ease.

Everything had felt far too natural, so natural that it completely disconnected from Ji Jue’s understanding of reality....