Xu Lai wasted no more words, wiping him out with a single thought.
Jiang Fu's body instantly vaporized into a cloud of blood mist. The pungent, bloody stench filled the air, causing Su Daiyi, who was standing nearby, to double over and vomit.
Duan Yan froze, his pupils contracting rapidly.
Seventh Grade Martial Ancestor Jiang Fu… is dead?! And Xu Lai didn't even attack…
Duan Yan stammered in terror, "Who… Who in the world are you?!"
"I'm just an ordinary person."
Xu Lai glanced at the time. It was already eight o'clock. He frowned slightly, remembering he had important business to attend to that night. He then asked, "Where's your trump card?"
"..."
This disdainful attitude. This arrogant posture.
Duan Yan, who had never suffered such humiliation, felt his eyes fill with bloodshot veins. "Since you're seeking death, don't blame me."
