Just then, a middle-aged man appeared; with a slap of his hand, he directly knocked Sun Cheng down.
Sun Cheng roared in anger, but it was useless; the gap between them was too vast.
Although both were Martial Saints, the person who made the move was far stronger than him.
Thump.
Jue Wuming was beheaded; just before dying, he stared intensely at Qin Hao, having never anticipated this outcome.
"Ah."
Sun Cheng nearly went mad; he howled to the sky, the sound shaking the mountains.
Some powerhouses coughed up blood, retreating while showing expressions of pain, unable to withstand the sound.
The roar of a Martial Saint, if directed at an Innate Golden Core, could kill the opponent.
"Clamor."
The newcomer snorted coldly and slapped down again.
Sun Cheng hurriedly resisted, but he was still slapped away, coughing up blood profusely, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at the newcomer.
He didn't know the identity of the newcomer; was this level of power not too terrifying?
