Every person in the courtyard held their breath as they saw Wan Lang's neckbone being crushed, his head drooping low, and for a moment, they were unable to react.
Was this youngster too unconventional? Clearly knowing that the Third Prince, Wan Xiangtian, was present and that Spirit Water City was the territory of the Illusory Flame Kingdom, did this youngster no longer wish to live?
One by one, they started to feel nervous. The Eighteenth Prince had died right in front of them; if responsibilities were to be investigated, would they also be implicated?
Naturally, Shen Feng had no time to care about what these people were thinking. He casually released his grip, just as Wan Lang's body was slowly falling to the ground.
