The next moment, Elder Wang saw a puff of black mist suddenly emanate from the name card beside him. Like maggots burrowing into bone, it gradually infiltrated his Sea of Consciousness amidst his horrified expression.
"Someone help..."
"There's an assassin..."
Chu Tiankuo didn't glance at him. Instead, he swept his gaze over the Qingyang Sect disciples, who were still in a state of confusion, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "We've only been fellow disciples for a day. I'm truly sorry..."
As his words faded, a wisp of black aura suddenly surged from his body.
"HISS—"
"AH..."
"Senior Brother Tiankuo... you?"
"Chu Tiankuo, you won't die a good death!"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Chu Tiankuo allowed the chaos to unfold in the hall. He leisurely walked to the top of a rockery, where the view was just good enough to overlook the carnage.
He stood in silence, his gaze lowered, his mind centered.
