"Aren't you supposed to perform magic? Hurry up! I'm waiting here!" Liu Zhen stared at Su Chen, his mouth bleeding ever more glaringly scarlet, a mix of impatience and mockery emanating from him.
The three to four dozen Martial Cultivators surrounding Su Chen were also provocatively, noisily teasing and laughing:
"Hurry up!"
"I'm dying of impatience!"
"I really want to die!"
"Feels like watching a magic show. Haha..."
......
But Su Chen remained calm and silent, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, just quietly staring at Liu Zhen.
The next instant!!!
Suddenly.
One by one, the three to four dozen noisy, shouting Martial Cultivators surrounding Su Chen began to collapse thunderously to the ground.
It came without warning.
A second ago they were laughing and mocking; the next, all expressions, all emotions, all breaths, all heartbeats, all signs of life just disappeared in an instant.
After collapsing with a boom, they were nothing more than corpses, dead beyond doubt.
