Peak Martial Arts Hall's High-Handedness: Execute First, Report Later!

Pfft!!!

A faint sound, like a red-hot iron spike plunging into snow.

The smile on Li Wanjun's face had not even fully turned to shock before it froze completely. His eyes widened as he lowered his head in disbelief and looked at his chest.

There, a bloody hole the size of a bowl pierced clean through him, gushing scorching blood and fragments of his heart.

The tip of the Asura Spear protruded from his back, carrying wisps of dark golden spear light that had yet to dissipate.

Fast! Too fast! So fast that Liu Wuxin had only managed to shout the words "Stop!" before the spear tip had already pierced Li Wanjun's heart!

So fast that Li Wanjun, a Tier Five, Sixth Level martial artist, had no chance to react, defend himself, or even scream!

"Urgh..." Air leaked from Li Wanjun's throat in ragged gasps. The light in his eyes rapidly dimmed, and after swaying once, he crashed backward like a toppled mountain, overturning tables, chairs, cups, and plates with a tremendous clatter.

Blood rapidly spread beneath him.

[Killed a Tier Five, Sixth Level martial artist. Kill Points obtained: 50,000. Minor cross-tier reward: 50,000. Total: 100,000.]

One hundred thousand Kill Points. Lin Ming shook his head inwardly. Sure enough, now that his strength had reached the Fifth Tier Seventh Level, killing opponents of the same tier—the Fifth Tier—was no longer particularly worthwhile in terms of Kill Points.

Still, even a mosquito leg was meat, and more importantly, the intimidation had worked.

Dead silence.

The entire main hall of the Soaring Cloud Pavilion fell into a suffocating, deathly silence.

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at Li Wanjun's corpse on the ground, rapidly losing its warmth, then at the young man holding a blood-dripping spear, his expression as calm as though he