"They all came to their deaths!" Ye Xiwen sneered disdainfully.
Whoosh! He stomped down fiercely, and his figure instantly vanished in a burst of golden light.
Whoosh! He abruptly appeared before one of the criminals, his expression icy and his eyes profound. Raising a hand, he sent a flash of golden light streaking past the man's neck.
Splat!
A bloody blossom burst from the man's neck. The criminal's savage grin suddenly froze, and the ferocity in his eyes turned to disbelief. He simply could not believe this was happening.
He was merely a Dharma Idol Realm Fourth Heaven martial artist. Anyone here, picked at random, should have been far stronger and more formidable than him. Why had things turned out like this?
Whoosh!
Splat!
Whoosh!
Splat!
Whoosh!
Splat!
Every time Ye Xiwen vanished and reappeared, death followed in his wake. He was like a Death God cast from gold.
These people finally reacted, but it was clearly already too late. In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiwen had slaughtered more than twenty of them, leaving less than half alive.
Everyone stood stunned, especially the onlookers. Seeing this scene, they were utterly dumbfounded. Fast—fast was the only word they could use to describe Ye Xiwen's speed.
Who among those daring to watch was not an expert at the Dharma Idol Realm Fourth or Fifth Heaven and above? Every one of them was no minor figure in this city.
Yet before Ye Xiwen's speed, they were nothing at all. They could not even see his movements clearly.
They could only see Ye Xiwen turn into a burst of golden light, and then someone would die in an instant.
Every flash of golden light meant another person fell.
In only a brief moment, more than twenty people had all fallen. These were