In midair, Chu Feng stood with his saber in hand. He was panting heavily, but there was no expression on his face. He was cold and silent.
Below him was Yan Wudao, who had been slashed into two and was completely dead.
In the world, there was dead silence.
It was frighteningly quiet.
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
Even Ye Tiannan stopped attacking Mo Kun and his companion.
He muttered to himself, "This kid… actually did it?"
The power that erupted in that instant was not inferior to the Ninth-Turn Divine Abode!
Terrifying talent, terrifying kid…
At that moment…
Everyone looked in Chu Feng's direction.
They were a little stunned.
There was only silence.
Yan Wudao was dead?
The dignified Ninth-Turn Spiritual Abode… died just like that?
The power that Chu Feng had unleashed at the last moment made everyone's hearts palpitate!