Everyone had thought Nie Yun would swallow this insult for now and seek revenge later. Even if he had guts, at most he would block Mo Chen and let him leave, leaving room for reconciliation.
Never in their wildest dreams had they expected him to be so fierce, striking to kill the moment he moved, without the slightest hesitation or mercy.
It had felt good, all right, but it also meant he and Yue Zhan had become sworn enemies, with no chance of mending things.
In an instant, everyone around them fell silent, staring dumbfoundedly without a word.
"Mo Chen..."
It was not just the crowd that had not expected Nie Yun to be so fierce. Even Yue Zhan froze, his face twisting into a savage grimace.
As the second-ranked expert of the Heaven Grade Zone, no one had ever dared defy his wishes. Wherever he went, people fawned over him. Someone who dared oppose him head-on and kill his disciple before his very eyes was absolutely the first.
A disciple like Mo Chen was dispensable to him, but killing him outright before so many people was the same as ignoring his authority—a blatant slap in the face. How could he endure it?
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Rumble!
With an icy, bone-piercing voice, rings of blood-red waves spread through Yue Zhan's pupils. Before he even moved, his violent aura was like a mountain on the verge of collapse, like a storm about to break.
The bluestone slabs beneath him cracked under the impact of his wild force, and the ground at his feet was already webbed with fissures.
Whooo—whooo—whooo—whooo!
Just as the arrow was on the string and ready to fly, a series of mournful sounds suddenly rang through the air. Several figures appeared abruptly