Chapter 1922: Are You Sure You Would Dare to Kill Me? (2/2)

Despite that, Huang Xiaolong didn’t even look at him. He simply slapped out and sent the disciple flying. As the disciple drew a beautiful arc in the sky, everyone saw how a single slap from Huang Xiaolong flattened his face.

After his head spun several rounds around his neck, it finally stopped. He faced the back, and his face was no longer recognizable.

His mouth was wide open as a scream tried to escape his lips. However, it was too bad he died before he could utter a single word.

Everyone felt as though a bomb had gone off in their heads.

Wangu Rui, Huang Kebin, Mu Junyue, and the others stared at Huang Xiaolong with their jaws agape.

One had to know that even though the disciple Huang Xiaolong had killed didn’t possess any sort of special status in the Wangu Clan, he was still one of them! Right now, Huang Xiaolong had killed him with a single slap!

All the disciples who were about to make a move on Huang Xiaolong froze.

“You… you dared to kill him?!” After taking several deep breaths, Wangu Rui finally processed what had happened before him. He stared at Huang Xiaolong in shock.

Huang Xiaolong stared at him with an indifferent expression. “Are you blind? Obviously, I killed him…”

A trace of rage emerged on Wangu Rui’s face. He pointed at Huang Xiaolong, and he snapped, “You… you… you’re dead! Your entire family will die because of you!”

Huang Xiaolong shook his head and he stared at Wangu Rui before ridiculing. “I don’t know if you can kill me, but there is something I do know. You will definitely die today!”

It was as though Huang Xiaolong had decided what to eat for lunch when he pronounced Wangu Rui’s death.

However, it was as though a bolt of lightning smashed into the minds of everyone present. They stared at Huang Xiaolong with a weird expression on their face.

As for Wangu Rui, he broke into laughter. It was as though Huang Xiaolong had cracked the funniest joke in the world.

“Brat, what did you just say? Someone like you will kill me?!” Wangu Rui grabbed his stomach as he laughed, as though his leg no longer hurt. “Would you really dare to kill me? Are you very sure you would dare to kill me?”

Before his last word could enter the ears of everyone present, Huang Xiaolong had already waved his arm. Wangu Rui’s body was sent flying, and he slammed into a nearby wall. He turned into a human pancake in the blink of an eye.

Blood dyed the wall red.

“Too noisy.”

Everyone stared at the wall in shock. They didn’t dare to believe what they had just witnessed.

Wangu Rui was dead!

The black-haired young man had really killed him!

If Wangu Rui had learned of how Huang Xiaolong had murdered Feng Chan, the young master of the Fiend God Emperor Palace, like he was killing a dog on the street, he probably would have changed the way he had spoken to Huang Xiaolong.

After Huang Xiaolong turned around, he stared at the tens of disciples from the Wangu Clan.

They felt their legs going soft. It seemed as though no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t muster an ounce of energy to go against Huang Xiaolong.

“You… you…” They opened their mouths, but nothing useful came out.

Huang Xiaolong was too lazy to deal with them, and he simply flicked his fingers. All of them shouted instantly, and they burst apart in midair; a rain of blood filled the streets.

Only when they started to explode did the other disciples react. Everyone around Huang Xiaolong started to scream and flee.

Only one person was left on the street, and it was Mu Junyue who stared at Huang Xiaolong, dumbfounded.

“You’re Mu Junyue, right?” A smile appeared on Huang Xiaolong’s face. “Thanks for filling me in on everything that has happened.”

No matter how hard Mu Junyue tried to squeeze the smile onto his face, he failed.