From the severed neck, hot blood gushed as the headless body convulsed and fell.
Everyone else present was dumbfounded. Not even in their wildest dreams had they expected this.
Jin Jue's eyes were still moving, stretched wide in disbelief. He had never imagined that one day, he would meet his end like this.
Wu Chang had done far more than kill Jin Jue. Surging magical power swept from his body, rolling black clouds like one demonic claw after another seizing all the generals on the spot.
With a flick of Wu Chang's hand, more than a dozen heads were plucked off at once by those black-cloud demonic claws and delivered before him.
More than a dozen jets of hot blood erupted; they did not even have time to scream.
The cultivators around them watched helplessly, yet none dared make a move. Who would dare stand in his way?
When Wu Chang swept them with a cold glance, the Han Kingdom cultivators were horrified. Without prior agreement, they scattered and fled in panic, none daring to face him.
They had no choice but to flee. No matter how formidable Wu Chang was, if he threatened their lives and wanted to kill them, how could they possibly sit still and await death? Even if they could not escape, they had to try.
Fortunately, Wu Chang was not so idle as to hunt these people down everywhere.
Instead, some close subordinates of the generals, consumed by grief and indignation, drew their blades and charged over with furious roars.
Boom! Figures were blasted away. The group that had charged forward flew out like kites with snapped strings, crashing to the ground and dying on the spot.
No one could even get close to Wu Chang, much less fight him to the death.
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