Yang Chen stood high in the sky like that, and everyone watching felt as though they could barely breathe.
They could only watch as the golden light dissipated. Yang Chen withdrew his spear, seized the Four Directions Ghost King's body, and stored it away.
Even now, many still felt that it was all fake.
Especially the Underworld Ghost Kings still fighting—they stared blankly, convinced this was an illusion.
The Four Directions Ghost King had actually been killed by a human who had not even reached the Heavenly Mandate Realm.
How—how could anyone accept that?
There was only one word in everyone's minds: shock.
Ming Hu, Bao Lu, Fu Xuanbing, Qian Li, Hu Kui, Ling Fei.
Every person present was so shaken by this battle that they could not recover.
Meanwhile, Yang Chen silently arrived at Xing Tong's side.
Xing Tong stared at him unblinkingly, seemingly determined to see this man clearly. Yet all she found was a mystery as deep as the sea.
Yang Chen said nothing. A blue pattern unfolded and spread out, and then his body flashed past like lightning.
In an instant, more than a dozen Ghost Kings turned directly into nothingness, utterly slain and completely fallen beneath Yang Chen's formidable methods!
After finishing all this, Yang Chen arrived before Xing Tong.
"Daoist Friend Xing Tong, you may return," Yang Chen said.
"You won't kill me?" Xing Tong asked.
Yang Chen calmly replied, "Daoist Friend Xing Tong and I bear no grudge against each other. There seems to be no need for me to deal you a killing blow."
Xing Tong's body trembled. Looking at Yang Chen, her heart became tangled in countless conflicting emotions.
She had thought Yang Chen would kill her. After all, having done all this, she no longer had any value to him.