Blood mingled with brain matter, splattering onto Dou Yin'an standing nearby.
The sticky, foul sensation made every hair on Dou Yin'an's body stand on end.
But what truly terrified him wasn't the death of this Immortal King, but the expression on Xue An's face.
It was a coldness so extreme, that even Dou Yin'an couldn't help but shiver.
At the same time, Xue An, like a phantom, instantly appeared behind another elder of the Profound Ming, then punched out.
Bang!
The elder didn't even have time to react as his head exploded like a rotten watermelon.
Meanwhile, Xue An's fist didn't pause at all, passing straight through the shattered head, and charged toward a dignified middle-aged man beside him.
The man, horrified by Xue An's violent act, immediately retreated.
But as quick as he was, Xue An was quicker.
Xue An didn't stop moving, dragging the elder's corpse as he rushed toward the man.
No matter how the man dodged, Xue An's fist kept closing in on him.
