A deafening explosion.
A fierce Gang Qi formed a shockwave, crashing into the scar-faced man's chest.
The dust dispersed.
No trace of the scarred face remained.
Already turned into a pile of yellow dust… torn apart by the Gang Qi.
The fan-shaped red area ahead still had small fragments of bones, utterly terrifying.
The scene was silent.
So silent that it was suffocating.
A single move to kill a Saint.
Not even considered a formal attack, just a gentle stomp of the foot.
And this living person simply vanished.
All the cultivators dared not even breathe.
Especially the four teammates behind Bai Xiaolan, just thinking about their previous ridicule of Chen Daotian sent chills down their spines, cold sweat dripping.
They dared not look directly at Chen Daotian.
Chen Daotian casually turned around, as if he was used to this scene.
Even those who had killed were frightened by Chen Daotian's indifferent expression.
Insiders see the trick.
