The elderly man in white, who was Shen Cang's master, had a previously kind and affable smile, now stiffened, and his smile froze on his face.
He watched helplessly as Ye Tian struck Shen Cang, turning him into a cloud of blood mist, dead beyond dead.
At that moment, the entire wedding venue fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone looked in shock at the young man in white whose expression was as calm as the clouds and wind.
"Ah, the Pavilion Master is really too impulsive. Couldn't he endure a bit? Look, now Shen Cang is dead, and his master certainly won't let you off."
"Is it worth it for a woman? I'd rather exchange a thousand women for those three items."
"What a pity, the three supreme treasures are gone just like that."
Many people shook their heads and sighed, criticizing Ye Tian for being irrational and too impulsive.
Endure a bit, and everything is peaceful.
