With a loud bang, Hu Wanyuan's entire headless corpse exploded, turning into a mist of blood that scattered in all directions, with blood and bones flying everywhere.
Gu Chen stood in place, his black hair cascading down his back, his robes fluttering. Not a single drop of blood splattered onto him; his robe remained immaculate.
Everyone stared at Gu Chen's tall and athletic figure, like a god or a devil. For a moment, they were all speechless.
The word "shock" was no longer sufficient to describe their feelings and thoughts about Gu Chen at this moment.
To single-handedly kill an inner Gangqi martial artist in the Vajra Realm, no one had accomplished this in the past hundred or two hundred years in the Nine Provinces.
It could be said that Gu Chen's battle record was legendary to all the martial artists present, comparable only to mythical figures.