They stared at the mangled, indistinct mass of flesh and blood at the bottom of the pit.
For a time, utter silence reigned all around. Only the mighty wind swept across the wilderness with a rustling roar.
"Senior Fellow Disciple Tang Du... just died like that?"
Aboard the White Bone Flying Vessel, Ruan Liang's lips moved.
A trace of bewilderment filled his eyes. He seemed unable to believe it, suspecting only that he had fallen under some nightmare spell.
Starting as a mere disciple of a Dao lineage, Tang Du had repeatedly earned military merits, finally winning the favor of an elder of the Huzhao Upper Sect, who personally took him as a disciple.
Soon, he would have gone to cultivate at the Huzhao Lower Court and gained a proper standing.
Tang Du's experiences could truly be called extraordinary!
In Snake-Dragon Mountain's five hundred years, he was the only one of his kind!
And Ruan Liang knew.
Tang Du's abilities did not merely far surpass those of the Huzhao Lower Court's disciples.
Even compared with genuine Huzhao disciples, he was no less capable and could stand on equal footing with them!
Someone like him might not be able to defeat Chen Heng.
But holding out against Chen Heng for several exchanges before withdrawing unhurriedly, losing the fight without losing face, should not have been difficult.
Yet Ruan Liang truly had never imagined.
When facing Chen Heng.
Tang Du had not even had time to unleash much of the exquisite Dao Arts he had learned before a mountain crushed down upon him and killed him.
Under that overwhelming force, neither his body nor his Origin Spirit could escape. Body and spirit alike were annihilated.
Such a gruesome end truly shook Ruan Liang to his core, leaving no composure on his face.