Yan Chen's face twisted into a ferocious snarl, his eyes bulging.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
A succession of bone-shattering sounds erupted from within his body. The intense pain contorted his face, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he let out agonized squeals like a pig being slaughtered. Blood flowed from all seven of his orifices.
Long Chen slowly opened his hand.
The force that had bound Yan Chen's body suddenly dissipated. He smashed directly onto the ground, convulsed uncontrollably a few times, and then breathed his last.
Everyone stared in stunned silence, their faces etched with shock. No one had imagined that the esteemed Sect Leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect would die at Long Chen's hands just like that. For a moment, the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples looked at one another, at a complete loss. Their faces showed more terror than anything else. Chu Lingjun and the others were also completely astonished.
