When everyone finally saw what it was, their eyes widened in horror!
It was actually a head!
The severed neck was a gruesome sight, as though the head had been forcibly torn off. From its bristling hair and wide, glaring eyes, its owner had clearly experienced something utterly inconceivable before death.
Old Zheng and Mei Yuning, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines, both paled at the sight of the elderly man's head.
Mei Yuning even lost her composure and cried out in horror, "Isn't that Old Yang?!"
At these words, all the disciples present erupted in an uproar, their expressions changing. Some of the more timid ones turned deathly pale and stumbled two steps back.
Some female disciples from the Plum Rain Martial Hall were even on the verge of retching.
Zhou Chen looked at the head, his pupils contracting slightly. This man was actually Yang De, the master of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall!
The next moment, footsteps sounded in the distance.
He turned to look and saw a burly, bald man charging through the entrance. Broad-backed and thick-waisted, he had slightly dark skin and stood nearly two meters tall. He wore a fitted black martial outfit with a ferocious dragon's head embroidered in silver thread across his chest. His bulging muscles stretched the outfit taut, and blood still stained his body. From the looks of it, he was the one who had thrown the head inside.
This was none other than the Black Dragon Sect's chief disciple, Ba Yong.
Behind him, the Black Dragon Sect's master, Su Sheng, burst into laughter the moment he entered. "That old bastard actually dared to attack my prized disciple! Since he wouldn't follow the rules, he couldn't blame me for breaking them either. Who knew he couldn't take