Everyone else in the arena looked at Lu Yunxiao in shock.
This was a genius of the Wang Clan, one of the four great families of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Yet Lu Yunxiao had simply stomped his head apart?
Everyone felt as if they were dreaming.
They found it hard to believe.
Perhaps the only two who could remain calm were Lin Dong and Ling Qingzhu.
They both knew just how powerful Lu Yunxiao was.
Wang Yan's fate had actually been decided the moment he attacked Lu Yunxiao.
Daring to try to kill a strong person beyond the Reincarnation Realm—wasn't that like looking for death with a lantern in a latrine?
Wang Yan's death was entirely his own doing. He had no one else to blame.
"Big Brother Wang Yan!"
"Young Master Wang Yan!"
Only after Lu Yunxiao stomped Wang Yan to death did those members of the Wang Clan in the distance belatedly react.
They immediately let out miserable wails. Wang Yan was dead, and he had died right before their eyes.
The fate awaiting them would certainly not be pleasant.
Lu Yunxiao cast an indifferent glance at the old members of the Wang Clan, who were crying as though their parents had died.
His expression remained incomparably cold.
"I heard that the Wang Clan would not let me off."
"Today, I would like to see what the Wang Clan can do to me."
"Remember this face. I will be waiting for members of your Wang Clan to come knocking."
Lu Yunxiao said with a cold sneer.
After all these years, he had truly never encountered people so lacking in judgment.
Even Dou Saint experts would bow their heads and kneel upon seeing him.
Yet a mere Form Creation Stage cultivator dared to threaten him.
They truly did not