"Senior Disciple Brother!"
Seeing Zhaixingzi's head taken in an instant, everyone was terrified.
Yet Yang Wenzhu paid no attention at all and instead charged forward on horseback.
In an instant, blood stained the earth red across the battlefield. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, along with severed limbs and broken arms.
The others who saw this were utterly stunned, especially that foolish Youth and the Maiden, who stared blankly at the scene.
"H-How is this possible... H-He's so cruel?" the foolish Youth said dully.
Hearing this, the Maiden could not help but glare at the foolish Youth before looking toward the other side.
Meanwhile, Ding Chunqiu, seated within his sedan chair, was also frightened.
Especially after seeing one of his disciples get blown apart by a single sweep of the spear, he shuddered in terror.
Ding Chunqiu was indeed confident. He believed there were very few people in this world who could defeat him.
But he was no fool. He could see the terrifying martial strength of the Young Man before him.
With a casual spear strike, he had turned someone into a bloody mist, and he had done so with such ease. Such terrifying power...
At the very least, it required the strength of over ten thousand jin to accomplish that.
As for him, relying on his poison arts and certain methods, he had reached this point and had even touched upon the Grandmaster Realm.
If his Great Skill Dissolving Technique had not been so troublesome, requiring him to balance the poison within his body during cultivation,
he might have already broken through by now.
Yet even so, even if he had broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, he absolutely could not possess such strength.
Nor could he possibly have the power to blow someone apart with a casual spear