During the casual conversation, everyone suddenly looked in one direction, where a figure shimmering with purple light was flapping its wings, swiftly flying over.
It was just at the horizon moments ago, and thirty seconds later, it appeared before everyone.
The newcomer was an elegant young man dressed in a purple robe, holding an elderly man with white hair in his right hand.
The elderly man was bound by ropes on both hands and feet, looking at the blood-stained mountain below with a face full of fear and despair.
At a height of over thirty meters above the ground, the young man casually tossed the elderly man down as if he were rubbish.
"Ah!"
A piercing wail emerged, then abruptly ceased.
"You haven't beheaded him yet!" someone said to the young man.
"What's the point of beheading? It's the same result, and this way is simpler."
The young man clapped his hands, smiling, then his tone shifted to a hint of seriousness:
