"Poof!"
After three seconds of stiffness, Old Mr. Smith staggered back a few steps, his eyes wide open.
He summoned his last ounce of strength, trembling as he raised his finger, pointing at Julius Reed.
But in the end, he couldn't say the words, couldn't get the answer.
And he died.
Thud!
The sound of Old Mr. Smith's body hitting the ground was extraordinarily piercing.
Many people shuddered, their eyes filled with fear.
Originally, they were waiting to see a good show.
Distant Sword Control, something they had only ever seen in novels or television before.
They had never seen such a true master.
Everyone's curiosity and sense of anticipation had been heightened.
But no one thought that the sword would pierce Old Mr. Smith's own neck!
Killing him instantly.
The crowd was caught off guard, completely clueless about what happened.
Having lost his pillar, Peak Smith fell to his knees with a thud.
Tears streaming down!
