The man who had been unable to hold back his laughter earlier went deathly pale, sweat pouring down his face as his legs gave way.
If not for the support of his fellow disciples beside him, he would likely have made a complete fool of himself.
Too close, too close. Had his laughter just now been aimed at Meng Zhao, he too might not have escaped the fate of being cut in two at the waist.
Han Pu's bloody, cruel, domineering strike threw the gathered crowd into an uproar.
Those who could appear by Mingxiu Lake were without exception forces with roots and foundations in Lingwu City. Even lone individuals were surely first-rate experts. None of them were ordinary people.
Han Pu had brazenly struck and killed someone before everyone's eyes. Was he not treating all of them as if they were nothing? He was simply arrogant beyond measure.
For a time, quite a few people looked upon Meng Zhao and his group with hostility, faintly showing signs of exclusion.
The elders of the small family to which the foul-mouthed youth who had been cut in half belonged were overcome with fury. Pointing at Han Pu, one of them said with trembling lips,
"You, you, you are actually this unrestrained and lawless, committing murder here! Do you truly think Lingwu City is your Meng Family's territory?"
Besides the slight stammer caused by shock, his words also carried an intent to sow discord and stir up trouble.
The Meng Family had never been a local force of Lingwu City. Moreover, Meng Zhao's series of annexations had already made many forces wary of him. It was only because he had later kept a low profile and possessed a powerful background that no one pursued the matter.
But now that Han Pu had