"Whoosh..."
The sound of something tearing through the air ripped apart the stagnant atmosphere as a dark shadow, like a black arrow loosed from a bowstring, shot violently out of Wei Zhi's trembling body.
Just as Wei Zhi's Yin God was about to flee, Su Fan seized it in one hand.
"Bang..."
Watching Wei Zhi's Yin God writhe frantically between his fingers, Su Fan suddenly exerted force with his arm and crushed it to pieces. Specks of ghostly blue flame burst outward before it ultimately turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished into thin air.
In that lightning-fast instant, beneath the light screen over the marketplace plaza, countless gasps rose one after another. Cries of alarm and shrieks erupted like a pot of boiling soup.
Countless sect disciples taking part in the trial widened their bloodshot eyes, their pupils filled with disbelief.
They were all left dumbstruck by the sight of Su Fan tearing a living person apart.
That was an Integration Stage powerhouse from the Great World, yet Su Fan had ripped him cleanly in two.
Because the two had fought at close quarters, Wei Zhi's torn body on the transparent light screen looked like a shattered marionette. Blood mixed with organs poured down like a torrential rain, while his severed intestines writhed across the ground like rotting giant pythons. The air was thick with a nauseatingly sweet, bloody stench.
This made the countless cultivators beneath the light screen feel their scalps go numb. Some young disciples who had never seen blood even turned around and vomited violently, nearly bringing up bile.
Senior Sister Bingli bit down hard on her lower lip, her knuckles turning white and her nails nearly digging into her palms. Even after turning her back, the churning in her stomach remained as unstoppable