Everyone present was stunned, eyes wide open, staring blankly at everything in front of them.
Su Yu Kuang's left arm was raised, with that iron hand already fallen to the ground, and the remaining half of the arm was fiercely spurting blood.
No one expected that the battle between Wang Yan and Su Yu Kuang would end so quickly. In fact, no one could even understand how the two of them made their moves.
What they could see was Su Yu Kuang shouting and charging at Wang Yan, but Wang Yan stood there with a cold expression, unmoving.
Just when Su Yu Kuang rushed in front of Wang Yan, that was when Wang Yan made his move.
However, Wang Yan's movement was as fast as lightning. Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes as Wang Yan disappeared, only to reappear in the next moment, standing in the same position as before, as if he had never left.
Only now, the cleaver in Wang Yan's hand, which was clean earlier, had a trace of blood on it.
