Battle Against Bitao Sect's Vice Sect Master, Defying the Odds to Fight a Viscera Refining Martial Artist

The four Core Disciples of Bitao Sect clutched their wrists and collapsed on the ground.

Their meridians had been corroded by poison, their true qi shattered, and black threads of blood continuously seeped through their fingers. They did not even have the strength to stand.

The valley wind was cool, blowing through the mess covering the ground. The atmosphere was terrifyingly silent.

Wang Yuan stood where he was, his black robes fluttering. The crimson vertical mark on his forehead glowed faintly as he looked at the grave-faced Liu Canglan, a faint, cold sneer curling his lips.

His tone was neither rushed nor slow, even carrying a trace of amused mockery:

"You mean those fools who barged into the valley a few days ago, not knowing whether they lived or died?"

"Don't worry. They were too noisy, so they've all gone down to meet King Yama."

A simple sentence fell lightly from his lips.

Yet it was tantamount to directly admitting that the twenty-three people in Zhou Tong's group had all been killed by him alone.

Boom!

The moment those words were spoken, Liu Canglan's aura erupted into complete violence.

The Viscera Refining Realm true qi he had kept restrained exploded forth with a thunderous roar.

Fallen leaves and shattered stones throughout the surrounding woods were swept into the air by the blast, while dust billowed across the ground in waves.

A chilling gleam surged in his eyes, and Killing Intent flooded his gaze like a rising tide. He stared fixedly at the seemingly young black-clad youth before him, fury blazing within his chest.

Before this, he had merely been guessing, merely suspicious.

But now Wang Yuan had admitted it openly, without the slightest attempt at concealment or fear.

As though slaughtering Bitao Sect's elite was no more than casually crushing