This was nothing more than a muffled sound, just like when one of us sits in a chair and then lets out a fart, that's how quiet it was.
It wasn't like thunder, nor was it like an explosion, just an ordinary muffled sound.
But this muffled sound made Kunpeng pause for a moment.
This was a direct transition from motion to stillness.
Kunpeng seemed to be frozen, standing still, while Elder Wang's hand had already withdrawn.
Drip.
Drops of blood dripped from Elder Wang's hand, splashing onto the ground and creating small blood flowers.
Elder Wang seemed unconcerned about the bleeding wound on his hand, which was caused by the Xuanyuan Sword. He simply turned around and, as usual, slowly walked back to Mr. Song, standing behind him, hands behind his back, silent, and his gaze returning to its previous blurry state.
