The hall was so silent that the sound of bone cracking echoed throughout, reaching the ears of everyone present, clear and distinct.
In their hearts, they were all certain of one thing, that Jiang Fangzheng, the man who had just returned gloriously and was hailed as the youngest Warlord in the history of River City, was dead!
Dead right before their eyes!
Although they believed it in their hearts, they couldn't help but whisper to each other to confirm that they hadn't seen it wrong.
After all, that was the Warlord! A being above so many!
One word from him could crush a person to death!
"I didn't see it wrong, did I? Jiang Fangzheng just died like that?"
"Yes, you saw it right. That kind of sound, that angle, it's hard not to die."
"If we have to blame anyone, it's him for offending the wrong person. He had to go and offend Great Xia's Heavenly God of Protecting the Country."