"This voice …"
Zhu Yan's heart jolted, and the muscles on his face twitched as he forced a smile onto his face.
He wanted to look up, but it was already so difficult for him to even smile, so how was he supposed to lift his heavy head?
"Sect Leader!"
"It's the Sect Leader's voice!"
All of the disciples who had closed their eyes with tears streaming down their faces also opened their eyes.
Who else could it be but the Sect Leader?
That's right, he was Zhang Xing!
The Coral Tribe warriors also recognized Zhang Xing.
"Hall Leader Zhu, I'm sorry."
Zhang Xing helped Zhu Yan to his feet before injecting a burst of divine dragon power into his body.
Zhu Yan felt a gentle power appear in his dantian, and the pain all over his body was alleviated significantly.
"Sect Leader, I …"
Zhu Yan thought that he was dead for sure, and all sorts of emotions welled up in his heart at the sight of Zhang Xing.
They were once enemies, and even though Zhang Xing didn't kill him, he thought that Zhang Xing wanted to use the Coral Tribe to get rid of his enemies.
He couldn't be blamed for thinking this, as this was what they were used to doing.
They used this method to win over the hearts of the Vermilion Bird Sect disciples.
After he died, Zhang Xing appeared in time and killed the people of the Coral Tribe. Nominally, he was avenging Zhu Yan.
In reality, Zhu Yan had gained both fame and fortune.
"Alright, there's no need to say anything else. Go and rest."
Two disciples ran over and helped Zhu Yan back a few dozen meters.
Zhu Yan couldn't help but glance at Hong Hu with a peculiar expression.
There was still a sinister smile on his face, and the coral branch in his hand was still raised in mid-air. His body was completely immobile, as if he had been frozen in time.
All of the Vermilion Bird Sect disciples were also quite surprised.
The hundred or so sea monster tribe members were also quite perplexed.
Could it be that Hong Hu didn't dare to kill Zhu Yan because of Zhang Xing's appearance?
That clearly wasn't the case. There was definitely something fishy going on here.
"Hong Hu!"
The sixty-ninth general tried to call out.
Hong Hu didn't respond, and he stood there like a wooden stake with his back facing them.
"Hong Hu, you …"
"Alright, there's no need to shout. I've already killed him."
As Zhang Xing spoke, he walked past Hong Hu without even looking at him.
The expressions of the sixty-ninth battle general and the other two battle generals changed.
"You killed him?"
"How is this possible? You're only at tier one of the Divine level. Even if you were to launch a sneak attack, we'd be able to see it.
The three battle generals looked at Hong Hu in disbelief, then at Zhang Xing.
"You don't believe me?
Look again! "
Zhang Xing stopped a dozen meters behind Hong Hu and said indifferently.
Puff …
As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Hu's neck was like a broken water pipe. Green blood spurted out from his neck uncontrollably.
Ah …
The hearts of the three battle generals shook. Their pupils contracted as they looked in terror at Hong Hu who was spitting blood.
The other members of the Coral Tribe were even more shocked.
Everyone from the Vermillion Bird Hall was startled at first, but then they revealed expressions of satisfaction.
Well done!
'This is your retribution!'
'Weren't you very arrogant earlier, not treating us as humans? Killing us like chickens …'
'Lord Sect Master's actions are truly extraordinary.'
Some people who harbored resentment toward Zhang Xing immediately changed their stance.
Although they had no idea why Zhang Xing had arrived so late, it was enough that he had appeared.
Right now, all the blood in Hong Hu's body had spurted out. Only then did his head slowly fall off from his neck.
Such a death brought about an extremely shocking effect to the senses and vision of the people from the Coral Tribe.
What was the weapon used to kill Hong Hu?
How fast did it need to be? Moreover, Hong Hu only spurted out blood over ten breaths after his death. This was simply an art of murder!