Wu Manjiang died tragically.
Decapitated.
At the hour of his death, deep fear lingered in his eyes as if he had seen something utterly terrifying.
"Ugh!"
On the spot, Gu Fei vomited, expelling masses of bile.
Around them, every one of the dozen or so members of the Gu Family threw up without exception.
There had been many who died at the hands of the Gu Family, but it was the first time they had seen it right in front of them!
And this time, two died at once.
One of them had his head severed.
The body lay on the ground, the head somewhere else, with blood profusely flowing like free-running tap water.
It was disgust to the extreme.
The Gu Family, nurtured in comfort for decades, had never encountered such a scene, their stomachs churned.
Above, Gu Qinghai's aged body trembled uncontrollably, his face pale.
That flash of blue light, he saw it clearly.
He never imagined that such a flash would take Wu Manjiang's life!
He was aware of Wu Manjiang's abilities.
