Yin Corpse Sect's Ding Qian
Elder Yin Zhu believed Jiang Chen had injured him by launching a sneak attack.
"Jiang Chen." Jiang Chen stated his name directly.
"Very well, now that you know my name, you can go to your deaths." Jiang Chen spoke.
"Hahaha, you're only at the Martial Saint Realm, Eighth Level. Then I'll send you on your way right now." Elder Yin Zhu sneered.
"Ghost Mask Kill." Elder Yin Zhu condensed a phantom Ghost Mask that opened its enormous mouth and lunged at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen threw a punch, instantly shattering the phantom Ghost Mask.
Then the shadow of his fist continued forward without losing momentum, charging straight toward the group of Yin Corpse Sect experts.
"Not good." Elder Yin Zhu's expression changed. He had never expected Jiang Chen's strength to be so terrifying.
But it was already too late. The shadow of Jiang Chen's fist had slammed into his body.
Elder Yin Zhu's body exploded in an instant.
The other Yin Corpse Sect experts were also killed horribly beneath that overwhelming force.
Half of them were dead or wounded in an instant.
Some of the surviving Yin Corpse Sect experts turned deathly pale when they saw the carnage.
Tu Wenyuan and the others were likewise stunned. The newcomer was incredibly powerful.
However, it seemed that he was on their side. Tu Wenyuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
"Run!" Seeing that things had taken a turn for the worse, the other Yin Corpse Sect experts tried to retreat.
They had no chance of defeating Jiang Chen. Hadn't they seen how their strongest commander, Elder Yin Zhu, a Martial Saint Realm, Ninth Level expert, couldn't even withstand a single move from Jiang Chen?
"Trying to run? No chance. Die for me." Jiang Chen swept