Just as the scene fell into dead silence, Ning Wangshu's proud voice suddenly rang out. "So much nonsense! Did you really think this seat couldn't kill you? Hmph!"
Though his voice was not loud, it was like a clap of thunder amid the deathly silence, jolting everyone awake at once!
"Senior Brother Fu—"
Gu Chuxuan was the first to cry out in grief and fury. He instantly rushed toward Fu Wuchen's corpse and pulled it tightly into his arms. He could feel that Fu Wuchen's life force had been completely extinguished, and even his Immortal Soul had dissipated.
For a moment, Gu Chuxuan's heart was filled with grief and indignation.
Meanwhile, after snapping out of their shock, the other people in the distance immediately erupted into an uproar. Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the severed corpse Gu Chuxuan held in his arms.
Then they looked at Ning Wangshu's towering, majestic figure, as imposing as a mountain. The shock in their hearts was beyond words.
"W-what exactly happened? Th-that was a supreme existence at the Eighth Level of the Immortal King Realm, yet he was killed so inexplicably??"
Someone swallowed hard and spoke in a trembling voice, his tone full of disbelief.
The other people nearby nodded blankly, then drew in long breaths.
After quite a while, someone finally said, "A moment ago, I vaguely saw a blade-like Immortal Light shoot from that person's hand. In a single instant, it directly slew that Eighth Level Immortal King giant!"
Another person also nodded. "Indeed. That seemed to be an Imperial Art as well. Its nature and aura appeared to come from the same source as the technique that severely wounded that Eighth Level Immortal King giant with a single finger earlier. It should be the same Imperial Art."
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