BAM—!
The sound of a violent impact on the ground brutally cut off High Tier Cultivator Chad's voice.
Immediately after.
BAM—!
BAM—!!
BAM—!!!
Three dull, heavy blows, accompanied by the sound of splintering bone, echoed through the deathly silent, empty Desolate Wasteland Ruins.
As the black dust and smoke gradually settled, Reinhardt stood his ground. Before him, the head of the High Tier Cultivator... or rather, the Mage Chad, was completely embedded in the ground.
Fragments of bone and blood were splattered everywhere.
A minute ago, this traitor who had betrayed the Empire was still shouting defiantly, but now, his corpse could not make a sound.
The Cultivators of the Monastery witnessed this bloody scene. Chad's loyal followers and students, in particular, stared at Reinhardt's blood-stained right hand, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably as terror instantly coursed through them.
