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Biên tập viên: _Lunaelle
The formation shined and one person walked out.
Teng Huayuan was about to teleport out when he suddenly stopped. Fury erupted in his heart because that person wasn’t Wang Lin at all, but an early stage Foundation Establishment disciple from Wu Feng Valley.
Teng Huayuan’s face was extremely gloomy. With his right hand, he crushed a dozen or so souls before he calmed down.
The moment the disciple appeared, he quickly ran to Teng Huayuan and the black robed old man. He knelt to the ground. His voice was filled with fear as he said, “Dead, they are all dead. Even senior apprentice brother Wang Peng is dead. I was far away, so I was able to escape…”
The black robed old man looked at the disciple. He suddenly hit the disciple on the head with his palm and said, “If they are dead, you shouldn’t be the only one alive.” With that, the disciple’s head shattered like a watermelon.