Almost everyone's gaze was riveted on Zhao Shengrong, their mouths suddenly became dry and tongues parched as they looked at the body that was split in two on the ground.
Yang Zhankong, who was considerably slower than Zhao Shengrong, almost fainted from fright upon seeing this scene. As a powerful Nascent Variation Late Stage cultivator, he stopped in his tracks as sweat beaded on his skin like bamboo shoots after a rainstorm; this was truly horrifying. Zhao Shengrong's cultivation was not just a little stronger than his—this was not the outcome he had anticipated.
His gaze fixed on Shen Feng, who appeared indifferent. Could this kid really communicate with the dense sword scars on the mountain wall? Had all the movement from the mountain wall earlier been caused by this kid? He lost the dignity of the Yang Family Head, swallowing nervously and temporarily forgetting his son's tragic death.
