Four disciples from the Corpse-controlling Sect were slain in the blink of an eye.
All those behind watched Chen Nan and Zhao Han warily, not daring to step forward even half a step, for these two young gods of death were truly not to be provoked.
Seeing this situation, Wang Chong was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.
The first four who rushed forward were killed instantly, but there were still nine people remaining, and yet they were intimidated by two men and one chicken.
It was disgraceful, truly disgraceful!
Wang Chong wished he could rush forward and kill Chen Nan himself, but his rational mind told him that doing so would only lead to an even more miserable death.
"Dammit, what the hell are you afraid of!" In his anger, Wang Chong cursed out loud and shouted, "Whoever takes Chen Nan's head, I'll reward them with a treasure!"
With the promise of high rewards, there will be brave men.
