Even in death, Chen Tu was trapped in a state of illusion and nightmare.
Could he really die? And at the hands of a mere child of the War Ancient Sky? Incredibly, with just one move?
Bang!
Chen Tu fell heavily, the gaping wound in his chest poured blood as bright as a blade.
The four Martial Cultivators from the Chen Family, who had been like wooden stakes standing with cold weapons around the carriage, finally began to think at this moment.
The Young Master is dead? Killed in an instant?
The four were first gripped by bone-chilling horror, for with the Young Master's death, their fate was sealed—they were doomed without question. How could a servant survive when their master perished?
Aside from the crippling horror, only a relentless intention to kill remained—a killing intent towards Su Chen. Their fate was sealed by the Young Master's death brought upon them by Su Chen. Could they not seek vengeance for him?