The Whip Master was dead.
Neither the Gun Sovereign nor the army could save him. Wu Tian wanted him dead, so he had to die.
The soldiers stared blankly at Wu Tian's figure, momentarily unsure of what to do. The scene that had just unfolded still felt like a dream.
How could one person be so powerful? And what was that phenomenon in the sky?
In their eyes, Wu Tian's existence was simply unbelievable, defying all logic. The soldiers had heard a thing or two from Zhou Weimou about the Jianghu, the sects, and the Five Surnames and Seven Families. To them, these were just things out of the martial arts dramas they saw on television. But the strength Wu Tian had displayed?
This wasn't martial arts. This was something else entirely.
