Not the Same Group, Strategic Adjustment

"Bang!"

In an instant, Lu Ze's foot heavily kicked the chest of the white-clothed man. The tremendous force within the kick erupted with a resounding impact.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream immediately escaped the white-clothed man's mouth. He was sent flying through the air, tracing a long parabola. Eventually, he crashed into a towering ancient tree, breaking the trunk and falling down.

Upon landing, the white-clothed man ceased all movement. Lu Ze's kick had shattered his internal organs, leaving him dead beyond recovery.

Witnessing this scene, the other white-clothed woman, who had initially been arrogant and disdainful, turned pale. She looked at Lu Ze with a mix of shock and fear.

One kick had killed a cultivator at the seventh stage of the Innate Realm? Who was this guy? How could he possess such terrifying strength at such a young age?