"Sect Leader—"
Watching Zhang Hongguang's body get torn to pieces in midair, the disciples of the Lieyang Sect felt as if the sky were collapsing and let out waves of mournful cries.
Wang Yuesong's figure swayed almost imperceptibly. He had thought that even if Zhang Hongguang was no match for his opponent, he could at least hold out for a while and create some kind of opportunity in this battle.
He never expected that Song Changsheng had grown so powerful, killing Zhang Hongguang so quickly.
Even more horrified were the seven Clan Leaders watching from the Black Star Ship. To them, a Purple Mansion Cultivator was a supreme, invincible being, an individual capable of dominating an entire province alone.
But now, a Purple Mansion Cultivator had fallen right before their eyes.
It would have been one thing if Song Changsheng had ganged up on him, but this was a one-on-one, head-on defeat, where his opponent was beaten so badly he couldn't even self-destruct.
