As the meteor streaked across the night sky, the mountaintop returned to darkness.
Thud!
Zheng Qinghe's body hit the ground with a dull thump.
Only then did Jin Yulin and the others from the Myriad Treasures Sect cry out as though waking from a dream.
"Senior brother!"
"Qinghe!"
Everyone stared in horror at Zheng Qinghe on the ground, his eyes wide open, a bloody hole running from between his brows through the back of his head. He was already dead.
"How is this possible? How could this happen?"
None of them could believe what had happened before their eyes.
Yet at that moment, the Sect Master of the Four Directions Gate had actually reappeared where he had stood.
If not for the smear of fresh blood staining the tip of the spear in his hand,
they would have felt as though he had never moved from that spot at all.
He looked at Zheng Qinghe on the ground and spoke in puzzlement.
"Huh? You offered me three free moves. Why did you fall after just one thrust?
"Is the hundred-and-thirty-seventh spot on the Dragon Abyss Ranking worth so little?"
"You..."
Jin Yulin and the others all stared at him in shock.
Although Zheng Qinghe had not entered the top hundred of the Dragon Abyss Ranking, his strength was outstanding among the younger generation of Yan Province.
Even most of the Myriad Treasures Sect's elders were no match for him.
This man had killed Zheng Qinghe instantly with just one thrust. Just how powerful was he?
Wasn't the Sect Master of the Four Directions Gate supposed to be a nobody whose cultivation had not even reached the Source Core Realm?
While everyone was gripped by shock and uncertainty,
The Sect Master of the Four Directions Gate turned his gaze toward the