"He's... he's dead!" Watching Wang the Fifth get instantly incinerated by the black flames, his underlings were shocked to their core. They stared at Shen Haoran, not daring to so much as breathe.
It wasn't just his men; even Murong Wanqing stared at Shen Haoran in disbelief. His attack had been so sudden that she hadn't had time to react. What shocked her even more was that he hadn't even blinked when he killed the man—he was so decisive, acting without a shred of hesitation.
Shen Haoran casually dusted off his hands, then raised his head to look at Wang the Fifth's surrounding underlings.
When Shen Haoran's gaze swept over them, a chill ran through the Martial Artists. They immediately panicked and scattered in all directions. Their boss had died at Shen Haoran's hands; what chance did small fries like them stand?
Shen Haoran watched them flee but didn't give chase. Instead, he went to Ling Feng's side. His brows furrowed tightly as he looked down at the unconscious man.
