Click!

Ling Qinglan frowned, loosened the invisible shackles, and let Jin Zhentian’s corpse fall in the square in front of the main hall of Jindao Cult.

When the disciples below who heard the movement and came up saw the corpse of their master, they instantly retreated far away, forming a big circle around the corpse.

It was silent.

The old man in a gray robe didn’t even look at Jin Zhentian. He walked tremblingly in front of Su Dieyin, ...