Outside the market, the spiritual field.
Liang Sheng either didn't make a move at all, or he made it clean and neat. In any case, he would absolutely not waste any words.
Because in front of cultivators, wasting words was actually wasting one's life, and Liang Sheng himself was in such a situation, holding his trump cards.
Even in front of a Foundation Establishment expert, as long as Liang Sheng had the time to secretly use the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Technique, it would only take one word of power to send you to paradise.
At this moment, he looked at Chen Mo's headless corpse and could only sigh in his heart. So-called true feelings in the world are few when interests are at stake, and once shaken, one may end up with an outcome like Chen Mo.
So why bother?
