"Zhen Yuan is dead, and Ji Changfeng is also dead!"
After a brief silence, the entire crowd erupted in an uproar.
Everyone's face involuntarily showed an expression of extreme shock.
However, when they came back to their senses, they realized.
Mo Wangchen, at some point, had already left the scene.
"Ji Changfeng might not be much, but even daring to kill Zhen Yuan, that's too bold..."
The Zhen family, as a great clan in the Eastern Desolate, has power comparable to that of the Xuantian Sect.
Zhen Yuan, as a direct lineage disciple, was killed today beneath Xianlai Peak, nailed to a tree.
If this news spreads back, how could the Zhen family let it go?
"This person's strength is indeed not as simple as it appears on the surface. Is his name Mo Wangchen..."
Halfway up the mountain, Zhang Tianhua slightly squinted his eyes and murmured to himself, "Controlling someone else's weapon, how on earth did he do that?"
