Hui Ming's head shattered in Si Chen's hand.
His corpse slumped down, landing in the pool of blood.
The mid Spirit Transformation stage pressure that had just suppressed everyone vanished with a "pop," like a punctured balloon.
The clashing sounds of battle inside the Main Hall abruptly fell silent as well.
Zhou Yan, Luo Qingyin, Lu Hong, and Lin You-even Xie Changsheng and his donkey-looked over.
Mid Spirit Transformation stage.
Crushed... to death?
Just like that?
It wasn't as though they had never seen Spirit Transformation cultivators. Their sects had plenty of martial uncles in the Spirit Transformation realm, and they themselves could put up a fight against someone in that realm.
But that meant exhausting every trump card, narrowly escaping death, and barely managing it with the right timing, terrain, and people all on their side.
What... had that been?
This was no longer a matter of fighting above one's stage.
This was domination.
Absolute, unreasonable, fundamental domination.
Their minds were now completely blank.
Only one word remained.
Monster.
The sudden silence in the Main Hall left as quickly as it had come.
The demonic beasts roared again. As though they hadn't seen their master die-or didn't care even if they had-they kept their eyes bloodshot and lunged at the people in the center of the hall.
"Fuck, again?!"
Black Mountain had only just caught his breath when several more demonic beasts pounced on him. Furious, he slapped one away, cursing, "Can't you see your master's gone stone cold? Still fighting! Can't you read the damn room?!"
Red Wind kicked away a demonic beast trying to ambush Black Mountain. "Shut up! Just fight!"
The battle continued, but whenever anyone struck, they couldn't help glancing toward the mountain of corpses out of the corners of their eyes.
Si Chen