Under the watchful eyes of the masses.
Cao Wanchun was blasted into the mountainside with a thunderous crash.
His face was filled with terror, yet his eyes were bloodshot.
"Bastard!"
"I'll kill you!"
With an enraged roar, he controlled his Flying Sword, sending it shooting toward Luo Chen like a speeding arrow.
Luo Chen watched the scene coldly, his hands clasped behind his back, utterly motionless.
The next moment, a broad, powerful hand appeared at his side and seized the Flying Sword in a death grip.
The blade still trembled violently, as if unwilling to submit to control.
The owner of that hand wore black Hemp Clothes. He nodded to Luo Chen, then transformed into a blood-colored tornado and charged straight at Cao Wanchun.
"Defeated underling, and you still dare break your word!"
"You have already chosen the path to death!"
Amid Cao Wanchun's terror, the blood-colored tornado abruptly slammed into him.
A massive palm tore through layer upon layer of defenses as though cutting gold and shattering jade, closing around his throat.
Crack!
Without another word.
Wang Yuan snapped Cao Wanchun's neck, then turned back around with his body dangling from one hand.
"Chairman, this petty scoundrel has been slain."
Under the watchful eyes of the masses.
A Foundation Establishment True Cultivator had died!
Like a dead dog, his neck had been snapped and his body held in someone's hand.
At that moment, ten thousand horses fell silent; not even a crow dared caw.
Everyone watched the scene with bated breath, trembling in fear.
That black-clothed cultivator was terrifyingly strong.
He had caught a Flying Sword barehanded, and moved like a tornado.
Killing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was like slaughtering chickens and dogs to him.
Yet following the black-clothed cultivator's gaze, everyone looked fearfully toward the figure high in