"Spare no one in East Mountain Valley, kill!"
There's nothing worth wasting words on—frankly speaking, the only one in the entire East Mountain Valley whom he deemed worthy of a second glance was none other than Valley Master Tian Wenjing.
The others were utterly beneath his notice.
Even for Tian Wenjing, he merely gave him a cursory regard, hoping that he might have some Qi Fortune worth seizing.
But there was none.
Chen Yuan felt somewhat disappointed.
Naturally, there was nothing else to be said, for now, his attention was wholly focused on another opponent.
As the words echoed from the giant ghost face, the disciples of East Mountain Valley panicked instantly, frantically fleeing in all directions.
Tian Wuantong remained stunned at the scene, unable to believe what was happening.
Previously nestled tenderly in his arms, Wu Ying no longer paid him any heed, immediately pivoting to run back—the Valley Master was dead, what use was there in staying?
