"Whoa—!"
When the immortals watching from afar saw how ruthless Ning Wangshu was, striking without another word and instantly slaying the Daoyi Saint Son, they erupted in an uproar.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
"The Daoyi Saint Son... was killed just like that? And right in front of the Daoyi Sacred Land's sect master and all its Grand Elders! This, this..."
They were utterly tongue-tied.
No one had expected Ning Wangshu to be so decisive and ruthless.
Even Liu Zhi, the sect master of the Daoyi Sacred Land, and its Grand Elders had not expected it. As a result, even Liu Zhi had reacted a fraction too slowly to save the Daoyi Saint Son in time.
Now, seeing the Daoyi Saint Son die so horribly before him, Liu Zhi's expression turned hideous, his face dark as a thundercloud.
He stared fixedly at Ning Wangshu, an icy, bone-chilling aura radiating from him, and said through gritted teeth, "How dare you! You actually dared to kill the Saint Son of my Daoyi Sacred Land right in front of me!"
"You're courting death!"
The Grand Elders of the Daoyi Sacred Land looked equally grim, their eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Ning Wangshu seemed entirely oblivious. He sneered at Liu Zhi and the Grand Elders of the Daoyi Sacred Land, then said coolly, "I already told that worthless Saint Son of yours to pass along a message: wash your necks and wait for me to come take your heads."
"Have you washed your necks yet?"
Seeing that Ning Wangshu still dared to taunt and provoke them so brazenly, the Grand Elders of the Daoyi Sacred Land could no longer restrain themselves and roared in fury.
"Insolence!"
"How dare you!"
**"Who the hell do you think you are, running wild in our Daoyi Sacred Land?