Lin Chang'sheng swept his gaze across the crowd of cultivators, his figure flashed as he landed on the two-zhang-high platform atop the stone pillar, and sat down cross-legged, minding his own business.
He stretched out his hand and instantly collected Yin Feng's storage bag.
A palm wind swept out, knocking Yin Feng's corpse off the stone pillar.
"Boom!"
A fireball the size of a human head shot from Lin Chang'sheng's hand, landing on Yin Feng's body. In an instant, Yin Feng was engulfed in flames, and not long after, was reduced to a pile of ashes.
"So strong! With Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer cultivation, he killed a Foundation Establishment Peak instantly!"
"That kind of power! Holy crap! Is he some prodigy disciple from a major sect? How come I've never heard of him before?"
