"You... you..."
A voice filled with panic shattered the silence over the square.
Chen Mu's face was as pale as paper, staring at Jiang Chen in shock, unable to speak coherently.
"Die!" Jiang Chen said indifferently, his palm clenching suddenly.
Crack!
A sound of bones breaking rang out as Chen Mu's neck was instantly crushed by the golden palm, his head dangling lifelessly in the hand.
Jiang Chen's cultivation technique activated, and the giant golden hand instantly retracted into his body.
Thud!
Chen Mu fell helplessly onto the arena.
"My son!" The Great Elder of Youming Hall's Third Elder screamed out heart-wrenchingly, intense murderous intent flashing in his eyes as he stared unwaveringly at Jiang Chen on the stage.
This was his disciple, and the one with the highest talent!
Thump thump thump!
