Meanwhile.
The middle-aged man and the several other members of the Zhou Family behind him stared at Zhou Yikuan's corpse on the ground, utterly horrified.
Then,
they all abruptly raised their heads and glared furiously at Ning Wangshu, their voices trembling as they cried, "You—you—you... How dare you! You actually killed our young master! You're asking to die!"
"You even dared to kill our young master. Whoever you are, you're as good as dead today! No one can save you!"
The few of them were all gritting their teeth in fury.
The middle-aged man had also recovered by now. His expression was as grim as could be, his eyes icy and filled with overwhelming rage and murderous intent as he glared at Ning Wangshu. Gritting his teeth, he said coldly, "Die!"
The next moment, a surging aura suddenly burst from within him. He instantly summoned a Flying Sword, which transformed into a cold, fierce streak of light and slashed viciously toward Ning Wangshu.
Those nearby felt the aura erupt from the middle-aged man, and their expressions changed.
"Golden Core Stage!? He's a Golden Core Superior!"
Someone cried out in alarm.
Most of the people in the inn were ordinary cultivators, with Forming Yuan Stage cultivation at best. In their eyes, anyone at the Golden Core Stage was already an unreachable figure.
While they were still reeling in shock, Ning Wangshu said nothing. He merely glanced at the middle-aged man, then calmly raised one crystal-clear, jade-smooth hand and pressed down in midair!
"Weng!"
In an instant, the void shuddered.
A terrifying pressure crashed down. The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he jerked his head up, crying out in horror, "No—"
But before he could finish speaking,
that terrifying force ruthlessly crushed down. With a "bang," the middle-aged man's body was