As Chen Tianyang's voice fell, a powerful sword qi erupted from his entire body, instantly shattering the heart meridians of Lin Mincai, Zheng Yuchen, and the others.
Just a short while ago, they had been immensely arrogant, completely certain that Chen Tianyang was doomed to die. Now, like the Pope and the others, they had collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
By this moment, virtually everyone who had once offended Chen Tianyang, or who had hoped to seize this opportunity to kill him, had perished at his hands.
Chapter 1077