Chen Wen Returns, Killing in Public

Xian Wubei sighed softly as he looked at the scene before him.

Seven of the Nine Great Powers had already expressed their support, and Xu Jiuliang of their Immortal Palace had also made his stance clear.

This matter could only be said to be as certain as nails driven into a board.

Most importantly, Xu Bingyue was a disciple of their Immortal Palace. What reason did he have to object?

With that in mind, Xian Wubei finally said, "Since everyone thinks so, then the majority shall submit to the minority. Chen Wen's spot will be postponed to the next—"

As Xu Bingyue listened to every word, the curve at the corners of her lips nearly split open.

Everything she had plotted for had finally fallen into her hands.

"You may have the life to take it, but not the life to use it."

Just then, an icy voice rang out.

Boom!

In an instant, everyone was shaken, turning in unison toward the source of the voice.

What entered their sight was Chen Wen, striding in from outside.

Swish, swish, swish!

The moment they saw Chen Wen, everyone subconsciously rose to their feet, undisguised shock written across their faces.

At first, they truly thought they had seen wrong.

But the figure continuously approaching told them that everything was real.

Xu Bingyue turned her head sharply as if struck by lightning.

Impossible. This was absolutely impossible.

How could he still be alive? How could he possibly still be alive?

Xu Bingyue's pupils dilated sharply, her face filled with disbelief and horror.

Sun Wushuang and the others reacted no less violently than Xu Bingyue, as though they had seen a ghost.

Eleven people still could not kill a single native.

Trash, trash, they were all fucking trash!!!

The stunned Feng Wutian quickly came