No matter what, he could not imagine it. His companion had been a dignified Great Grandmaster-level powerhouse, yet he had been slapped to death in a single blow, dying so miserably that it was truly beyond comprehension.
At this thought, he was utterly terrified, half his body going numb with fright. He did not dare imagine what miserable fate awaited him, though it seemed there would be no good ending.
Then, when he saw Chen Xiaofan walking toward him, he mistook it for Chen Xiaofan coming to take his life. His legs instantly turned to jelly, unable to support him, and he fell straight to the ground in a miserable heap, like a dog gnawing mud.
Who would have thought that Chen Xiaofan simply ignored him and walked directly toward the Man in Purple Robe?
Chen Xiaofan thought that letting the Man in Purple Robe die so easily was far too cheap for him. The hatred in his heart had not been eased in the slightest, so he decided to go over and give him another blow.
Chen Xiaofan stared at the Man in Purple Robe's miserable state, still unable to vent his anger. Immediately after, another slap landed on his body. The force of that palm was astonishing, directly blasting the Man in Purple Robe into a cloud of blood mist that filled the air. Only then did Chen Xiaofan reveal a satisfied smile.
The man in blue robes widened his eyes and watched in horror as Chen Xiaofan effortlessly turned his companion into a nauseating pool of blood. His heart was filled with fear and fury, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
He clearly realized that he would most likely be the next to meet a cruel end. Such a terrifying outcome left him in utter despair and helplessness,