"Yes!"
Gray Mane turned and pounced on Chen Qing.
His movement was swift and fierce, like a hunting cheetah. His five fingers curled and spread, carrying a sharp gale as they clawed straight for Chen Qing's crown, clearly intending to kill him in a single blow.
Chen Qing still did not look up. He did not even set down his chopsticks.
Just as the wind from those claws was about to touch his hair, the wrist of his right hand holding the chopsticks gave an extremely slight flick.
"Hiss!"
A nearly imperceptible sound of something cutting through the air rang out.
Gray Mane's body abruptly froze, his forward charge coming to a dead halt.
The savage grin on his face stiffened. His eyes bulged as he lowered his head in disbelief to look at his chest.
At his heart, a tiny bloody hole had appeared at some unknown moment, hot blood gurgling from it.
Meanwhile, the ordinary bamboo chopstick in Chen Qing's hand had vanished.
"Gurgle~!"
A drafty sound came from Gray Mane's throat. Then he crashed to the floor, devoid of aura.
The entire exchange had happened too quickly. Many people had not even seen how Chen Qing had made his move.
Only experts above the True Origin Realm had vaguely caught the fleeting afterimage of the bamboo chopstick, along with the supremely condensed True Essence and terrifying penetrating force within it.
Tumen, who had been preparing to continue his assault on the Fei Family's young master, abruptly paused. He looked toward Chen Qing, and for the first time, gravity appeared in his eyes.
"An expert!?"
Tumen's voice was low as he stared hard at Chen Qing. "Who are you?"
Gray Mane possessed the strength of a fourth refinement of the True Origin Realm, yet a single chopstick had