Boom!
Like a rotten watermelon bursting open, a headless corpse slumped powerlessly onto the reclining chair.
For a moment, all was deathly silent, before the two female cultivators seated in front of Yi Chen couldn't help but let out piercing shrieks.
"Ah~"
"You, why did you aim the Sudden Cloudburst at Brother Jian? Hall Master, this person has violated the game rules; please take action and execute him."
The voluptuous female cultivator, her eyes bloodshot, suddenly stood up and ran toward Lin Zhongjian's corpse, while the other petite one, looking like a young Lolita, followed close behind.
Both of them wore expressions of immense grief.
All eyes were instantly on Yi Chen.
"What are you all looking at me for? The Hall Master did say to aim at the forehead and press the spring, but he didn't say we couldn't aim at someone else's forehead. At worst, when it's his turn, this headless fellow can do the same to poor me," Yi Chen said.
