He Was Already Dead, Unmatched in Dominance

What had they just seen?

Someone as powerful as Zhao Guanlong had been killed in a single strike?

Was this still the Xuantian Prodigy who had crushed the younger generation of every faction until they could not lift their heads?

At that thought, everyone looked at Chen Wen with utter shock in their eyes.

Long Qingtian and the others in particular had their pupils constricting sharply, unable to recover for a long while.

At this moment, there was only one thought in their hearts.

Chen Wen had grown stronger again, and far stronger than they had imagined.

Although they could guess from Zhao Qingchen's furious roar that Zhao Guanlong was no longer Chen Wen's match.

Once Chen Wen truly made his move, however, the impact still shattered everything they knew.

It was a bone-chilling coldness that seeped from head to toe.

As for Ye Fan and the others, they shot to their feet, the shock in their eyes greater than ever before.

At this moment, they finally understood what Chen Wen had meant by not worth mentioning.

They had thought Chen Wen was exaggerating.

Only now did they realize that this was not exaggeration at all. He had clearly been keeping a low profile.

With that strength, with that manner of attack, it was simply too outrageous.

Ding! Refinement complete!

Congratulations! You have obtained the Seven-Colored Destiny Nirvana Liquid!

Hearing the notification in his ears, the corners of Chen Wen's lips curled up slightly.

Then, he grabbed the Sound Transmission Token, from which furious roars still rang out.

"Stop yelling. He's already dead," Chen Wen said flatly.

Silence!

In an instant, the Sound Transmission Token fell deathly still.

Yet only a moment later, an even angrier, more frenzied roar came through. "Brat, you're dead! You're dead!"

"If I can't kill