Luo Yunyang had used telekinesis to kill silently and wordlessly.
Nie Tianyuan felt a pang in his heart as he gazed at his dead aide. His heart and abdomen felt as though they were on fire, his mouth felt dry and his throat felt parched. Ever since he had become a martial grandmaster and his younger brother had become a Martial God's disciple, no one had ever treated him this way.
Even the fellows that wielded power in the 13 Eastern Cities would smile and act courteously whenever they saw him.
However, someone had just murdered his trusted aide right in front of him.
His great uncle's death might have been a little less obvious, but the middle-aged man's cause of death was clear. Luo Yunyang hadn't found him pleasant to the eye, so he had just killed him!
