Before she could speak, a stinging pain, like a needle prick, came from her neck.
Sequence Three's mouthparts precisely pierced the back of her neck.
In an instant, her eyes glazed over, and she collapsed to the ground.
She was only a Garrison-level Beastmaster, her vitality far less terrifying than a Quasi-King. Therefore, after her spine was severed, without a Holy-type Quasi-King to heal her, there would be no chance of recovery.
And in Yan Country, there was only one Holy-type Quasi-King, Yu Feiyi. He wouldn't possibly help this woman with treatment. But she wouldn't even have the chance to receive treatment.
Ignoring the shocked and angry gazes of the others, Qian Er slowly squatted down and used Sequence Three's mouthparts to sever her head.
While doing so, a dagger capable of tearing souls completely shattered her soul, eliminating any possibility of resurrection.
After completing all of this, Qian Er finally raised his head, looked at the group of people warily staring at him, and sighed helplessly.
"Alas, your combat experience is far too lacking. I was so obviously attracting your attention at the front, yet none of you noticed?"
Several people's pupils constricted, and they subconsciously wanted to retreat, but their chests were suddenly pierced by several spears.
The Human Emperor Flag had acted. Among all of Qian Er's beasts, the Human Emperor Flag's attack was the most concealed, second only to the Other Shore Flower. The deployment of ghost generals and soldiers was silent and extremely difficult to detect.
Because these people were all at least Garrison-level Beastmasters, and some were even Quasi-King level, the Human Emperor Flag specifically assigned a ghost general with ten ghost soldiers to attack each person.
And the results were remarkable. Apart from the Feilian Beastmaster, no one noticed. All of them were pierced through the chest, losing their ability to fight.
Even a wound where the heart was shattered would only mean a temporary loss of combat ability for a Quasi-King level Beastmaster. At this time, as long as they were taken to the hospital for heart suturing, they could even survive.
But Qian Er obviously wouldn't give these people the chance.
The victorious ghost generals immediately stepped forward and cut off their heads, completely ending their lives.
Sometimes Qian Er found it strange. Why did some books always focus on attacking the heart, even creating jokes about the heart being located on the heel?
Isn't directly beheading them faster?
On the other side, the Feilian Beastmaster felt a chill run down his spine. He stood up, jumped onto Feilian's back, and wanted to escape, but having wasted so much time, he could no longer run away.
An invisible film spread out in all directions, enveloping Feilian and its Beastmaster. This was not noticed by anyone.
"Run!"
He patted Feilian's neck and shouted frantically.
And gusts of wind were also wrapped around Feilian's limbs. Relying on this, Feilian almost transformed into a stream of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing in an instant.
A speed racial value as high as 130 points was brought to its extreme at this moment, even surpassing the Blood-Burning Saint. Moreover, it was flying in the sky. As long as it flew into the air, Qian Er would have no way to deal with it. The Frost寒 Lord had not grown to its final form, and it would not be Feilian's opponent in a one-on-one aerial battle.
It could be said that Feilian was now invincible.
But its Beastmaster was clearly frightened out of his wits and dared not confront Qian Er head-on.
"Run, run!"
Feilian's Beastmaster patted Feilian's neck, shouting like a madman. At this moment, he was nothing like someone wanting to fight, wanting to kill Qian Er, wanting to make the aristocratic family great again. He only wanted to run!
The terrifying scenes of his childhood playmates being killed one by one in front of him haunted his mind, almost turning into his deepest nightmare. The severed heads seemed to open their eyes and ask him why he didn't save them.
"I want to go back, I want to go home, tell the clan leader what happened here. The clan leader will deal with him. Don't argue anymore!"
His eyes were bloodshot, he was panting heavily, and he spoke incoherently to the people around him, seemingly explaining why he fled to the dead, or perhaps comforting himself.
"You're lying! With your strength, as long as you launch an attack on Qian Er in the sky, he won't be able to do anything to you. You clearly don't want to avenge us!"
A hoarse voice sounded behind him, it was the burly man.
Feilian's Beastmaster's pupils constricted, and he suddenly turned his head, discovering that the burly man's head was closely following behind him, his hair and beard standing on end, glaring at him angrily, his eyes full of anger and hatred.
"No… it's not like that. I can't beat him. So many of us are no match for him. I simply can't beat him."
Feilian's Beastmaster hugged his head, shouting like a madman.
"You're already dead. Everything in front of you is fake, all illusions. Yes, it's all fake. Get away from me!"
He released all of his beasts, all of them ordinary Wind-type beasts, obviously not inheriting the family's inherited beast.
These beasts unleashed their power together, and terrifying air currents swirled above the sky, turning into a white vortex that shattered the burly man's head.
"Brother Wang, are you just going to watch your sister be killed by that murderer?"
The head of the Water-type instructor appeared on his other side, her tone full of sorrow.
"No, it's not like that. I'm going back to report to the elders of the family, yes, that's right, I'm going back to report to the elders of the family!"
Brother Wang covered his ears, looking like he wasn't listening, constantly muttering to himself, obviously hypnotizing himself.
"Heh, you're just a coward! A coward!"
"Yes, a coward!"
"Waste, if you had launched an attack with us, you might have been able to leave Qian Er behind!"
Faces appeared around him, scaring him into retreating repeatedly.
But the problem was, Feilian wasn't a large beast. Feilian was only the size of an adult leopard. As soon as he swayed, he immediately fell from Feilian's back, crashed to the ground, and, after a scream, became a pile of minced meat.
"Heh, his mental strength is too poor."
Qian Er slowly walked to the minced meat, squatted down, and rummaged through it for spoils.
If Brother Wang was still conscious, he would have seen Feilian circling above Qian Er, the range of his escape not exceeding fifty meters.
Obviously, the Illusion Dream Realm had taken effect.
"Act quickly. The severe pain brought about by the death of the Beastmaster will allow those beasts to wake up quickly. Our long-range attack methods are still a bit lacking. Don't let them run away. These are six Quasi-King level beasts. Don't waste them."
Qian Er pointed to the powerful beasts flying around in the sky like six headless flies.
Before the Frost寒 Lord evolved into its final form, his lineup did lack long-range attack methods. The Frost寒 Lord's force was still a bit lacking.
