Patriarch Fan had no time to listen to the Chief Judge at that moment, for he found that Fan Zhixi really had no breath left in her.
Her body had even grown cold.
Even though he pushed out the three Golden Needles from Fan Zhixi’s body using his Inner Strength, there was still no response from her.
"Zhixi!" Patriarch Fan cried out, "Zhixi!"
He simply couldn’t believe that Fan Zhixi was truly dead.
"Miss Xie, why would Zhixi die?" Patriarch Fan shuddered and demanded harshly, "Didn’t you say it was just a feigned death? That there wouldn’t be any problem?!"
Xie Nian was already irritable because of Ying Zijin’s affair, and now she was even more annoyed. "How would I know? And what does her death have to do with me? How is it related to me?"
She glanced coldly at Patriarch Fan and sneered, "I’m warning you, don’t bother me, or else your Fan family can just wait to follow in the Liu family’s footsteps!"
Upon hearing these words, everyone in the Judicial Hall underwent a drastic change in expression.
Patriarch Fan’s eyes bulged, bloodshot with rage: "Xie Nian!"
What became of the Liu family was common knowledge in the Ancient Martial World.
It all started because the Liu family angered Xie Nian, and in their confrontation, Xie Nian was injured.
But considering Xie Nian’s character, who was really at fault was self-evident.
"Enough," Xie Nian said carelessly, flicking her hair, "Your Fan family brought this on yourselves, don’t drag me into it, she stuck those Golden Needles into herself."
And let’s not even mention whether there is any evidence—as if the Judicial Hall would dare to detain her.
Without Feng Xiu, nobody can match Xie Huanran.
Even for the Lin Family, Xie Huanran could wipe them out; it would just take more effort and potentially lead to serious injuries that could cause his cultivation to regress.
Xie Huanran was unwilling to take that risk.
"Xie Nian!" Patriarch Fan roared with fury, "Xie Nian, you will have retribution, your end will be a thousand, no, ten thousand times more miserable than Zhixi’s!"
"Fine, I’ll wait and see, I’d like to see what kind of retribution I’ll get, to see whether I face my karma first or you all die first," Xie Nian retorted mockingly, leaving openly and upright.
Ling Zhonglou’s forehead throbbed with visible veins: "This Xie Nian!"
But indeed, there was nothing that could be done.
Who could possibly defeat Xie Huanran?
Xie Huanran alone could take on all the Ancestors of the other families.
The cultivation of ancient martial artists had a gap at Xie Huanran’s level.
Ling Zhonglou clenched his fists, "If only Feng Xiu were here."
Ying Zijin’s gaze intensified, "He will be."
Ling Zhonglou was startled, "Zijin?"
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