Dead, Ling Pojun, who had the potential to be a peerless prodigy, was slain by Wang Ruoxie with a single sword.
Silently staring at the body of Ling Pojun on the ground, everyone's hearts trembled unceasingly.
In the eyes of many people looking at Wang Ruoxie, there was an added sense of awe and respect.
Even though some of them had a cultivation realm above Wang Ruoxie's, they did not feel at all that they could contend with him.
If even the powerful Ling Pojun died at this person's hand, what chance did they have?
A moment later, once everyone came back to their senses, they turned around with complex expressions and continued to slowly walk deeper into the valley.
It seemed as if, to them, the blades formed by the astral winds were far less terrifying than Wang Ruoxie.
Lifting his steps, Wang Ruoxie walked to the body of Ling Pojun and immediately collected the storage treasure and jade talisman from his body.
Of course, he did not miss Ling Pojun's blood soul either.
