Critical Hit
The sight of blood spraying through the air was a powerful visual shock.
Elder Zhu let out hoarse, hacking coughs from his throat, clutched his neck, and turned around in agony.
Then he saw Shen Wuxiao's handsome smile.
He raised a hand and pointed at Shen Wuxiao.
His body swayed unsteadily, about to collapse.
Elder Zheng was in league with him and immediately stepped forward to support Elder Zhu.
The look he gave Shen Wuxiao turned venomous.
"You insolent bastard! You dare murder an elder in the Immeasurable Sect? Men, seize him!"
His voice was thunderous, echoing throughout the entire hall.
He and Elder Zhu's trusted followers all shifted their feet.
But upon seeing that everyone else remained unmoved, they stopped again.
Everyone present was watching.
"Everyone, this fiend has trampled upon the dignity of our Immeasurable Sect! Before our very eyes, he killed an elder! If we do not tear him into ten thousand pieces, will our Immeasurable Sect not become a laughingstock from this day forth?"
He was still shouting.
There was still no movement.
Those people looked at one another.
No matter what, they had all risen to the rank of elder. Their ability to read the situation could not possibly be that poor, could it?
If this truly amounted to trampling the Immeasurable Sect's dignity, the sect master would have acted long ago. Since when did it fall to an elder to give orders?
Besides, although many people had never met Shen Wuxiao before—
Even an idiot could tell he had come with the sect master. He was certainly one of her trusted confidants.
Elder Zhu had not even gotten a chance to fight back before his life force had already drained away.
His entire body went limp and collapsed toward the ground.
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