Blood spattered, brains flowed.
Yuchi Xing's deformed face still bore the fear and confusion of his last moments, seemingly unable to understand why he had died.
Then, the corpse slowly fell to the ground.
Upon witnessing this scene, a deadly silence enveloped the crowd.
No one spoke. Or rather, no one dared to speak.
Many minds were even in a state of shutdown, unable to comprehend how the mighty Second Elder of the Puppet Immortal Sect could fail to withstand a single palm strike from this Hua Clan man devoid of any cultivation level.
It was at this moment, someone bellowed angrily, "How dare you kill the Second Elder of my Puppet Immortal Sect, who the hell are you?"
As he spoke, a figure instantly appeared above the plaza.
It was none other than Cang Yayun, the Sect Leader of the Puppet Immortal Sect.
At this moment, Cang Yayun's face was ashen, her eyes brimming with murderous intent.
