Chen Luoyang's hand was like a devil's palm.
With one grab, Wen Liu died.
Chen Luoyang's palm wasn't stained with blood.
Wen Liu's head was shattered, and blood splattered everywhere. It strangely froze in mid-air, as if it was a still scene.
Chen Luoyang's force was contained within it, and he was able to precisely control the area where the blood splattered.
He retracted his hand.
Beside him, Zhang Tianheng waved his sleeves and cleaned up the corpses and blood stains, not even dirtying the floor of the passageway.
"Elder Wen!" Shi Jing and Nie Hua exclaimed at the same time.
Old Lu seemed unaffected. He paused for a moment before continuing,“.. This old servant was indignant at the arrogance of the Sword Pavilion, so I wanted to use these two people as bait to lure Si Huaifei and Wen Liu out. I acted on my own accord and disobeyed Cult Master's orders. I deserve ten thousand deaths. Please forgive me, Cult Master."
