"Is he, is he still human?"
The crowd was on the verge of collapse.
"You want to shoot me?"
Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Wang Mazi with icy eyes.
As his cultivation improved, Zhang Xiaoshan's mentality had also changed.
A cultivator's mind cannot be viewed through mundane eyes.
At this moment, he was a decisive Qi Transformation Peak expert, touching the threshold of Refining God.
"I, I, I, I'll fight you!"
Wang Mazi mustered his courage and raised his pistol, ready to fire again.
Unfortunately, this time he had no chance to shoot.
"Go."
With a thought, Zhang Xiaoshan commanded.
"Whizz."
A green streak, Qing Mei, shot out from in front of Zhang Xiaoshan like a meteor.
"Bang."
With a crisp sound, Wang Mazi's pistol was split open.
The flying sword pierced into Wang Mazi's neck.
The immense power directly shattered Wang Mazi's neck.
"Swoosh."
A head rolled off.
The head was intact, Wang Mazi's eyes were wide open, filled with sheer terror.
"Oh, my God."
