As he spoke, Chen Cheng's figure flashed, vanishing from everyone's sight in an instant. A scream immediately rang out.
When everyone came back to their senses and looked over, Chen Cheng was holding the head of a Legendary in his hand.
At that sight, everyone's pupils constricted. In that fleeting instant, Chen Cheng had actually slaughtered one of them right before all their eyes.
Yet Chen Cheng's expression was not as pleasant as they had imagined. The one he had targeted was the archmage who had previously used a lightning-element Forbidden Spell on him. He had not expected that while he was fast, this man would be even faster at dispersing his Dao.
Before Chen Cheng could crush him to death, he had already taken the first step and dispersed his Dao to commit suicide.
"Very good. You want to compete with me in speed, is that it? If you dare die, then today I dare bury you."
"Run! Run! He—he's gone mad! If we stay here, we'll all be tortured to death by him!"
Someone shouted this, and in the next instant, more than a dozen figures shot out from the crowd, fleeing in different directions.
It was too terrifying. If Chen Cheng had needed to go through some trouble when facing Simon, then when he crushed that lightning-element archmage to death with one hand just now, it had been no different from wringing a chicken's neck.
And if these people had retained even a trace of the will to resist before, then now, all they wanted was to flee for their lives.
Chen Cheng did not immediately pursue them. He merely sneered.
"Since you came, you still think you can run?"
"Control, Stagnation."
In an instant, the area within a hundred miles covered by Chen Cheng's Divine Domain