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The scene fell silent. Many God and Demon Walkers stared dumbfounded at the white-haired monk (?) who had appeared and immediately killed Kongming. Could this man be the legendary demon monk—the Holy Monk Tang Xuanzang?
He had come out and stabbed the renowned Kongming to death! Oh, no, not stabbed to death. He had been flown to death by a flying sword.
And after killing him, he said he could help everyone strip away their Fate Fragments.
That was not wrong. The Fate Fragment had indeed come out, because the man was dead!
What was the point of stripping away Fate Fragments like this? Besides, anyone could do it. They just had to kill themselves.
Lü Jingtian and Shang Wuhuan turned their heads with difficulty, staring at Tang Luo with expressions of utter disbelief.
Even Jiang Junren, who was always cold and indifferent, nearly had his expression fall apart.
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?
Kongming, how did you die? Don't die!
And was your suggestion really for everyone to slit their own throats and kill themselves?
"What are you doing?" Lü Jingtian asked.
"Stripping away Fate Fragments," Tang Luo said.
"He's dead! Kongming is dead!" Lü Jingtian truly could not remain calm.
He still hated Kongming and the others. Given a suitable opportunity, he would kill them without hesitation.
Lü Jingtian had always believed that these old men were obstacles preventing the God and Demon Walkers from growing stronger.
Without them, the God and Demon Walkers would be even stronger than they were now.
But that did not mean he could accept Kongming being killed for no apparent reason in such a setting.
The impact would be far too great.
For old men like Kongming, the best ending would be to vanish during a