Because of this, under the sneak attack of the Soul Technique, even a Divine Power Realm Second Level Martial Artist like Wu Yunyang barely got hit. Although he didn't die instantaneously or collapse thunderously to the ground, he was stunned on the spot, briefly losing his ability to think.
And that was enough. What were the consequences of that brief loss of thought?
It made Wu Yunyang an easy target.
A moment later.
Under the gaze of thousands.
Crash!!!
Su Chen's fist smashed into Wu Yunyang's chest.
Blood spurted out, leaving a hollow void in Wu Yunyang's chest.
His internal organs were obliterated.
Wu Yunyang's body flew backward.
Dead.
"In fact, it should have been you who left some last words and wishes!" Su Chen muttered to himself, shaking his head.
In mid-air, Wu Yin's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and his eyes twitched fiercely.
Wu Yunyang was dead?
Just like that?
It seemed almost like an illusion.
