Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty-five
The yellow-faced man was tossed down from the arena like a worn-out sack, falling to the ground without even twitching, motionless.
He landed right in front of Liu Heng.
Liu Heng stared intently and his eyes immediately became bloodshot as he bellowed, "Wen Guang!"
By this time, everyone saw that the yellow-faced man's chest seemed to be smashed by a huge stone, caved in several inches. More terrible was that his head had taken an elbow strike, caving in around the nose, causing all of his facial features to disappear, only leaving a continuous seep of fresh blood visible.
Many in the Hidden Sect were decisive in their killing.
But such a ruthless strike was rare to see.
No wonder the yellow-faced man didn't even scream in agony.
He was probably dead before he even flew off the arena.
"Senior Brother Wen."
"Junior Brother Wen."
