Wu Shanshan subconsciously stopped playing her instrument, frozen in shock.
She wasn't the only one. Everyone thought the giant idiot had gone against the flow and sealed his fate; they were all waiting to watch his foolish demise. But to their disbelief, with one stroke of the blade, without even a chance to react, Black Tiger was reduced to a blood-splattering mess in an instant.
Impossible—why didn't those three Divine Demon-like treasures intervene? Why didn't they protect him?
Even the group from the Mingshan Sect, who were about to make their move, couldn't believe their eyes; they were utterly astonished.
Wu Jinliang, who had thrown himself into that desperate knife strike, watched the events unfold wide-eyed. He remained in a state of frenzied, dreamlike excitement until the hot spray of blood splattered into his eyes, snapping him back to reality in an instant.
