With a single punch, Beiming Fenghua's body exploded in a spray of blood. What did it matter that she was a woman? Wu Tian didn't care. To be his enemy was to be a dead man.
Yet, Wu Tian himself remained immaculate, untouched by the gore. He stood there quietly, his features delicate, his slender hands seemingly without an ounce of strength. No one could have possibly imagined the power that lay within him.
As Wu Tian stood silently, the spectating Immortal Seekers found it difficult to breathe. An inexplicable urge to kneel washed over them.
Everyone was dead. It was an outcome no one had expected. The mere thought of Wu Tian's strength made the Immortal Seekers' scalps tingle.
"May we leave?" one of them asked timidly.
"Yes, this has nothing to do with us. Can we go now?" another added.
"..."
The crowd of Immortal Seekers looked on, filled with apprehension.
"First, tell me who it was I killed," Wu Tian said calmly.
