Respect

The night was heartbreakingly beautiful as the moon hung high and draped down soft light.

The entire area was silent.

Six corpses were lying on the ground with a hollow hole in each of their chests, confirming the fact that they have died.

The sarcastic smiles of theirs remained on their faces. Sadly, however, they would never get the chance to taunt Ling Xian again. Even if their lives were revived, they would no longer have the guts to laugh at this horrifying youth.

Gulp.

A series of gulping noises broke the dead silence.

Gazes after gazes shifted onto Ling Xian.

Shock was all there was.

Six people!

Six flicks!

No doubt, these flicks of his finger were ferocious, intense, and unimaginable.

These people’s expressions were frozen as their hearts shattered with fear. What dragged them into a deeper wave of shock that rocked their hearts, was the fact that after killing those six cultivators, Ling Xian coughed out more blood.

Dear God!