"Senior Brother Jiang has stepped in."
"This kid is going to have no burial place."
"Being able to die by Senior Brother Jiang's hands is an honor for this brat."
The other North Sea Hall disciples looked on with cold smiles, anticipating how Chu Fengmian would die as Jiang Zhan made his move.
This Senior Brother Jiang had once forced even a half-step Heavenly Human Realm expert to retreat; his strength was something the Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor couldn't contend with.
Just as these North Sea Hall disciples were waiting to see how Chu Fengmian would meet his end, their smiles suddenly froze.
On the other side, as the trident came crashing down, Chu Fengmian's body suddenly moved, infusing dragon power into the palm of his hand.
"Ancestor's First Move!"
Chu Fengmian stepped forward and struck out with a palm. At the moment the palm was unleashed, it transformed into a War Dragon's Claw, sweeping across.
