CRACK! With a spray of blood, Zhu Yang's head was covered in a web of fractures. His eyes rolled back as he fell.
Worried he wasn't dead, Xu Yang stomped on his neck, snapping it, and only then did he stop.
"So ruthless! He didn't leave him any chance to live!"
"Since when did Weiyuan Hall have such a vicious character?"
Witnessing Xu Yang's brutality, many people felt a chill run down their spines.
On the high platform, Ji Yun shot to his feet, his gaze as sharp as a blade as he stared at Xu Yang from across the arena.
The one to die was actually his disciple, Zhu Yang.
'This useless trash couldn't even kill a country bumpkin. He's made me lose face in front of Lin Cheng.'
"Excellent. This disciple you've taught is quite something!" he said, gritting his teeth.
Lin Cheng remained expressionless. "I told you I wouldn't disappoint you, but you didn't believe me."
'Good kid. I can't fucking believe I thought you were as timid as a mouse,' he thought to himself.
