Jiang Chen's eyes flashed coldly when he saw how unyielding Wang Yu was.
Jiang Chen had originally intended to intimidate the people before him into temporarily becoming his hired fighters. He had not wanted people who resisted like this.
"Hong Ling, kill this stubborn fool," Jiang Chen said flatly.
"Yes, Young Master Jiang." Hong Ling nodded.
Wang Yu was dumbfounded. He actually did not want to die; he had only acted this way to grasp at a sliver of hope.
"Don't! Don't kill me! That's not what I meant..." Wang Yu hurriedly pleaded.
But before Wang Yu could finish, Hong Ling's martial technique had already struck.
Wang Yu tried to dodge, but he had no chance of getting away. The long sword in Hong Ling's hand had already swept across his neck.
In an instant, Wang Yu's head was severed from his body. His corpse collapsed to the ground, while his head rolled off to the side.
Wang Yu had stepped forward as the first bird to stick its head out and was killed on the spot. The other powerful cultivators who had wanted to resist to the bitter end were horrified, their resolve already shaken.
Earlier, they had thought that Jiang Chen and the others would surely not dare kill them. After all, they all came from major powers.
The fact that Jiang Chen and the others had not killed them was the best proof.
But Wang Yu had been killed in the blink of an eye. This was completely different from what they had imagined.
"Who else wants to step forward?" Jiang Chen said coldly.
Jiang Chen swept his gaze over the crowd. Many people did not dare meet his eyes, afraid that he would set his sights on them and have them killed.
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