"Pfft!"
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Murong Fu, who had already lost all signs of life, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Almost instantly, Qin Chuan's index finger struck Murong Fu's body over a dozen times in rapid succession.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye; before the crowd could even recover from their shock, Qin Chuan had already completed the feat.
Following that, he looked towards the spot where Murong Fu had just spat out the blood and, with a flick of his finger, a silver needle instantly pierced into the pool of blood.
"Look quickly! There seems to be a worm wriggling in that pool of blood!"
Suddenly, someone let out an astonished cry, staring at the blood with a shocked face.
This outcry immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Indeed, the silver needle that Qin Chuan had sent flying was stuck in a black worm, about the size of a baby's little finger.
