One move!
Had that young man really killed Chang Wei's eldest disciple with a single strike? What exactly was going on?
Looking at Shi Potian's figure, everyone's eyes filled with shock and disbelief. It was simply too hard to accept, like something out of a dream.
This was especially true for Zheng Mingye and his men. As they stared at the eldest disciple of Chang Wei embedded in the wall, their hearts were in utter turmoil. Was this the same expert from the Eight Extremes Gate who had killed several of Jiangling's big shots? He had killed Master Zhu with one move, but now he himself had been killed in a single move…
Chang Wei's eldest disciple was embedded in the wall, his head lolling, all signs of life gone. No one could believe this was the same disciple from the Eight Extremes Gate who had been so arrogant just moments before.
"Good kid!"
Just then, a roar filled with killing intent erupted from the private room upstairs.
BOOM!
