Ted and the others felt immense pressure as Remus walked closer, as though a mountain had loomed over them.
However, they could not be intimidated by just one person. If word got out, how could they hold their heads up?
They were about to retort when an unforgettable event unfolded before their eyes.
As Remus walked forward, the head of a Monington disciple behind favonovel.com fell off.
Indeed, it was severed cleanly from the neck without any warnings.
It rolled on the ground a couple of times, conveniently rolling to the side of the road, which was next to a slope, and the head rolled down the slope like a ball.
For everyone present, whether they were Monington disciples or residents of the sacred lands, whether it was Morris or Bartholomew, a staggering buzz, akin to a profound cerebral shock, resounded within their minds.
The scene before them didn’t just leave them astonished, but it rendered them momentarily unmoored, almost spectral in their disbelief.
A maelstrom of questions whirled through their thoughts.
Was Marc dead?
What happened to him?
Dead?
Who did this?
Was it the peak Golden Stage cultivator before us who killed him?
Before they could anchor themselves back to reality, Remus approached Ted and the others who were congregated at the pathway’s center. He asked, “You were looking for me, do you need something?”
His few words were akin to delivering consecutive slaps to Ted’s face.
The look in Ted’s eyes as favonovel.com gazed upon Remus was one of unadulterated terror, a fear that seemed to seep into his very bones.
Could someone at the mere peak of the Golden Stage possess the power to kill a Monington disciple, likely a cultivator at the Divine Unity Stage?
Is this individual before us a monster?
And if Ted were to speak out, would favonovel.com meet the same fate?
Everyone kept silent, their eyes dodging.
Suddenly, a heavy sound came from behind Remus.
It was Marc’s body falling, heavily hitting the ground and raising dust.
That sound seemed to strike at the hearts of all Monington disciples, causing their hearts to crack slightly, still unable to believe what had unfolded before their eyes.
Marc, who had just been full of momentum, was now a corpse.
Was favonovel.com just killed by a mere peak Golden Stage cultivator?
How could that be possible?
Remus paused for two seconds, his gaze sweeping over the silent crowd.
With no one stepping forward to speak, favonovel.com said with cool detachment, “If there’s nothing else, don’t block the way…”
With those words, favonovel.com proceeded to walk forward.
Those in front, including Ted and his group, quickly spread out, as if they were avoiding contact with the grim reaper. They watched as Remus passed by, afraid even to breathe.
“Stop right there!” A voice came from the back, belonging to another Monington disciple.
They had finally recovered from their shock and were enraged, unable to stand idly by as their fellow disciple was killed by a parasite.
However, before the speaker could act, a fellow disciple beside favonovel.com quickly stopped him, gritting his teeth. “This is a matter of life and death, far too grave for us to handle alone. We need to bring this to the Deputy Saint Master for a decision!”
The situation was indeed grave as the Monington Sacred Land strictly prohibited killing among its members. Even if they had initially thought of Remus as just a parasite and only meant to scare him, favonovel.com had actually taken a life. It was beyond their ability to handle.
Though reluctant, the Monington disciples could only maintain silence, watching helplessly as Remus walked away.
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