Wang Guo had never imagined he would die like this—killed by Lu Ren in front of so many people from Black Horn Divine Continent.
The Fire Dragon King, the Thunder Elephant King, and the others watched from afar, shock and fury on their faces.
"Lu Ren, you're courting death!"
The Fire Dragon King and the Thunder Elephant King roared at the same time. They had never expected Lu Ren to kill Wang Guo.
After striking Wang Guo dead, Lu Ren plucked the Storage Ring from his hand and walked toward the palace.
Yet no one there dared to stop him.
Even the old man in the Divine Profound Realm made no move to intercept Lu Ren. He, too, had been thoroughly intimidated.
They were all independent cultivators who had spent years in Black Horn Divine Continent. They knew how to read a situation. With talent like Lu Ren's, and the nerve to kill the Ancient Wang Family's second young master in public, his own background was probably no ordinary one.
Perhaps Lu Ren's standing was even higher than Wang Guo's. How else could he be so brazen?
These outlaws had no wish to provoke someone like that.
After all, some independent cultivators had accidentally killed a sect's direct disciple or the child of a powerful lineage, only to have even their ancestral graves dug up. The consequences were easy to imagine.
In the Void God Realm, those without powerful backers did not dare offend those who had them.
"Stop him! Someone stop him for me!" the Fire Dragon King bellowed. They were too far from Lu Ren, and the streets were packed. Reaching him would be no easy task.
Unhurried, Lu Ren took one hundred thousand Divine Stones from Wang Guo's Storage Ring, tossed them to the old man guarding