"Argh!" Screams and blood gushed out from Eugene in mid-air—it created a bloodied rain. He flew a few hundred meters backward before he crashed into trees. Then he landed badly on the ground.

When he landed on the ground, Eugene was covered in blood—he was dead.

'What? Just one move? One move to kill the Chief?'

The remaining White Shirt Sect disciples were bewildered when they saw that—they gasped!

That lunatic is way too powerful!

The Grandmaster Heaven Cult's Cult Master scanned his surroundings with reddened eyes. He said in a hostile manner, "Anyone else who doesn't like it, come here and be prepared to die."

Thud! Thud!

The remaining disciples trembled as they knelt. They were terrified.

"Please have mercy!"

"Mercy…"

Their chief had been killed in just one move; no one else dared to retort.

At that moment, Monica frowned as she looked at those people. She asked curiously, "Judging from your clothes, you don't look like mountain bandits. Who are you? Why are you here