Looking at Duanmu Kui who was continuously vomiting, the Vice Sect Leader narrowed his eyes, his face full of deep disgust: "As a member of our Sect, you must be courageous and diligent, fearless even of death. But you, can't even handle a little scene, you deserve to die!"
After speaking, he pointed again from afar.
Boom!
Duanmu Kui, who was vomiting, suddenly exploded, his body turning into a cloud of snow mist.
"Hiss!"
Another person miserably died, causing the people present to inhale sharply in extreme terror.
Many were so scared they could die, yet could only stand strong; many wanted to vomit, but could only clamp their mouths shut and endure.
The Vice Sect Leader again indifferently swept his gaze over the crowd, then spoke: "Who turned my brother into this state?"
Still, no one spoke.
"You!"
The Vice Sect Leader's finger landed on Wang Sichun's face.
