The Ghost Soul Mountain Range was deathly silent.
Zhuchenxin and the others all stared wide-eyed at Feng Wuchen, their expressions stiff, as if turned to stone.
None of them dared believe that Feng Wuchen actually dared to kill—and right in front of Zhuchenxin at that.
Zhumutian was Zhuchenxin's most prized Alchemist Disciple.
Yet Feng Wuchen really killed him!
Feng Wuchen flicked his hand and tossed Zhumutian's corpse to one of the clansmen.
"Zhuchenxin, you're wrong. I'm not like you, only knowing how to use such shameless tricks!" Feng Wuchen grinned in a cold sneer, showing not the slightest fear or worry after killing Zhumutian.
Feng Wuchen patted his chest and muttered, "Did that piece of trash even hit me just now? Why didn't I feel a thing?"
Arrogant! Arrogant to the extreme!
"Zhumutian's been killed..."
