The Round-Faced Man was dead.
Even with a gun backing him up, he had still died.
Everyone involuntarily shuddered. Looking at the smiling young man, they realized that even a devil could wear such a harmless smile.
At that moment, no one dared doubt Jun Wangchen's strength anymore.
At that moment, Jun Wangchen's figure completely overlapped with that of Mr. Jun, the man who had slain the Yin Ghost at Jinling Manor.
Even putting aside how Jun Wangchen had knocked Guang San unconscious with a single kick, his ability to stop the Round-Faced Man from pulling the trigger was proof enough of his uncanny powers.
Zifeng Town and Zi Hanyan exchanged a glance. Along with relief, they saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes.
They realized that Jun Wangchen was like an ever-expanding bottomless pit, growing wider with every passing day.
One moment, you thought he was only the size of a soccer ball; the next, he could expand to the size of a basketball.
Jun Wangchen took in every change in their expressions, but his own face remained perfectly calm, as though he had done something utterly insignificant.
Face-to-face, unless someone caught Jun Wangchen off guard and fired a surprise shot, everything was futile before the soul power released by a Grandmaster Level (Fourth Grade) Alchemist.
Honestly, he was becoming increasingly grateful to Taishang Laojun for teaching him the Soul Scripture. After learning it, he could turn soul power into all kinds of tangible objects. It could not only assist him in battle but also prevent trouble before it arose. It was practically a heaven-defying cheat.
In situations like this, I should spread my soul power around first. Better safe than sorry. Jun Wangchen glanced at the Round-Faced Man lying in a pool of blood, and his