Chunks of flesh flew everywhere in the explosion, turning the scene before everyone's eyes into something out of a meat grinder. They all froze.
Boom...
Feng Shande's head rang as though several tons of gunpowder had exploded inside it.
Even Liu Piaoying jumped in fright, her pretty face turning deathly pale.
Every last prodigy of the Supreme Sect was terrified and at a loss, staring blankly at their fellow disciple's gruesome death.
Everything had happened so suddenly that none of them had been prepared.
A fellow disciple had died just like that, for no apparent reason?
How could this happen?
Although they were cultivators, at heart they were still young disciples of a sect, flowers raised in a greenhouse.
They had never witnessed anything so bizarre!
The sudden explosion also startled Ning Que, Ning Yuanzhou, and Li Jieyang.
When they saw a cultivator die such a gruesome death, their expressions changed drastically.
Ning Que had guessed correctly. From the instant the coffin lid was opened, these cultivators could no longer leave this place alive!
"W-what happened?"
"How did he die?"
Feng Shande looked around in terror, his voice trembling.
The other cultivators also glanced around in panic.
"He died as soon as he passed through this doorway. Does that mean we can't leave through it?"
Liu Piaoying's expression shifted uncertainly as she murmured her guess.
"We can..."
Just then, a voice rang out.
Liu Piaoying, Feng Shande, and the others turned toward the voice. Ning Que and Ning Yuanzhou's group had already walked outside.
"What..."
The sight left Liu Piaoying and the others even more bewildered.
Liu Piaoying blurted out, "How can you leave?"
"Right, how can we leave?"
Ning Que wore a gloating sneer.
Then, as though giving a demonstration, Ning Que walked back inside in front of everyone.