"Gurgle!"
"Gurgle!"
"Gurgle!"
...
Everyone fiercely swallowed their saliva, almost all of them stunned, scared silly.
The crowd felt a chill, their hearts trembling with fright!
"How... How is this possible!" Mu Mengrui exclaimed in astonishment.
"He... what on earth is he..." Yuan Hong shivered in fear, nearly falling off his chair onto the ground, his hands and feet shaking uncontrollably.
"Saint Heir!"
"Damn it, you actually killed the Saint Heir!"
Every member of the Wangu Sect was so shocked that they were seething with anger, their eyes nearly bulging out!
Whoosh!
In an instant, the Divine Sense of all the cultivators from the Wangu Sect locked onto Lin Fan, glaring at him as if he were their father's murderer.
