Giving My Own Memorial Tablet a Stick of Incense?

Chen Changan appeared right in front of Lin Guanxiong without a sound, leaving him utterly shocked.

Without hesitation, Lin Guanxiong threw a punch. He could be said to have poured every ounce of his strength into that single blow.

Feeling Lin Guanxiong's power, Chen Changan smiled. "Very strong!"

Lin Guanxiong was no ordinary fifth-stage Divine Venerable. His true combat strength had reached at least the seventh stage.

After all, the stronger one's cultivation, the greater the gap between each stage.

The seventh and fifth stages of the Divine Venerable realm might seem only two stages apart, but their strength differed enormously.

"As expected of someone from the number-one Aristocratic Clan in the Qian Yuan Realm. You're certainly no ordinary opponent."

"It's just a shame you ran into me!"

Lin Guanxiong had his suspicions, but when his full-power strike once again failed to so much as scratch Chen Changan, he still couldn't suppress the shock and terror surging through him.

As Chen Changan's punch came crashing in, a world-shaking boom rang out, and Lin Guanxiong instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Even his Spiritual Sense was wiped out along with him.

Lin Guanxiong's death sent shockwaves through the Fengyang Lin Clan.

"What did you say?"

"Guanxiong is dead?"

"Impossible!"

"Wasn't Guanxiong going to the Chen Family with people from the Meng Family?"

"How could the Chen Family possibly have that kind of strength? Even if that Bright Moon Immortal Sect got involved, they wouldn't be a match for Guanxiong."

"Who was it?"

"Who dares lay a hand on someone from the Lin Family?"

The Lin Family members were furious when they learned of Lin Guanxiong's death. After all, he held a high place in the family hierarchy, and he was no weakling.

Most importantly, this was a provocation—a blatant