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"..."
The venue fell silent.
No one doubted the fate of those in the private room.
Under the assault of countless glass shards turned into blades, not even a Sky Lord would have had any hope of surviving.
Just as Jiang Cheng had said.
A murder had taken place.
Right in front of them.
"Not a martial artist, right?"
Wu Junyi's face showed no fear, but he frowned and asked.
"By mobilizing divine sense to freeze these fragments in place, even a Golden Core Stage cultivator could do it, so there's no need for such surprise," he stated.
"You, a dignified cultivator, to actually stoop to the level of a Sky Lord, don't you feel you're degrading yourself?"
Maybe Wu Junyi's strength wasn't on par with Jiang Cheng's, but he wasn't afraid of Jiang Cheng either, for in his hands he held a talisman drawn by the master of the Shen brothers.
If that talisman were used, even if Jiang Cheng really was a Golden Core Stage cultivator, he would still not survive.
