"Plop."
In full view of everyone, Uncle Wang Yang's head fell to the ground.
From the cavity of his neck, arterial blood gushed forth, shooting up to the hollow wooden decorations on the first-floor ceiling of Xuni Pavilion, like a massive fountain, splattering countless blood droplets in all directions.
Many of these droplets even splashed onto the faces of the Xuni Pavilion servants and Uncle Wang Yang's subordinates.
Everyone was stunned.
One of the subordinates standing closest, drenched in blood head to toe, screamed in terror and retreated hastily: "Lord Wang... who, who are you?! How dare you kill the Chief Constable, he's... he's a disciple of the Divine Farmer Bureau!"
But the blind man across from him seemed utterly indifferent, continuing to walk forward — in fact, deaf and blind, he couldn't hear at all.
The officials around immediately retreated, with a few still barely calm enough to instantly take out a Jade Slip and crush it.
