BANG!
A single, explosive sound rang in the crowd's ears. At the mouth of the cave, they saw flesh and blood burst outward, annihilated into a bloody mist by a terrifying wave of energy.
Blood stained the air, a haze that refused to disperse. The thick, metallic scent of it assaulted everyone's senses.
All eyes in the crowd were fixed on Di Qiong and Cai Lun.
No one could have imagined they would be so vicious, their killing intent so potent. They had launched a killing blow the very instant Ye Wushuang emerged.
Had Ye Wushuang really died just like that?
Gazing at the lingering blood mist, the crowd was filled with regret. Ye Wushuang's talent was that of a Demon Fiend; if he had been allowed to mature, his future accomplishments would have been beyond anyone's imagination.
However, Di Qiong and Cai Lun had refused to let him mature, nipping him in the bud.
"How shameless!"
