It was as effortless as a steel fiber thrown violently by a javelin thrower piercing through a mass of sludge. Zhongli Wu, standing close to Wu Yun, could only watch helplessly as Wu Yun was directly pierced through by Yan Shaozhe's Light Phoenix Cloud Piercing Strike.
Wu Yun's lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but immense Light Power coursed through his broken body, penetrating his blood vessels and casting even the lines on his thin lips in a golden glow.
Although Wu Yun did not manage to say a single word, Zhongli Wu could still make out what he wanted to say from the shape of his lips before death.
I refuse to accept.
He could not die in peace. He could not die in peace!
The hope of survival had been right before him, only for Yan Shaozhe to mercilessly snuff it out. Wu Yun's eyes held nothing but despair and unwillingness.
"Yan Shaozhe, you're courting death!"
Zhongli Wu let out a furious roar. Yan Shaozhe had killed one of the Holy Spirit Cult's Imperial Venerables right before him, the Cult Leader. Did he really think he was a Limit Douluo?
"A consecrated Evil Soul Master. Normally, Shrek cannot catch you rats hiding in the gutters, and that is one thing. But after delivering yourselves right before Shrek, you still think you can leave alive? I killed him, so what can you do about it?"
Old Song, the Clear Shadow Divine Eagle, appeared in an instant and stood beside Yan Shaozhe as he spoke coldly.
Zhongli Wu's expression was so ugly that it seemed bitter liquid might drip from his face.
But he was already riding a tiger and could not dismount.
One Imperial Venerable had finally escaped, only for Yan Shaozhe to catch up and