"This move - it's the same one Pang Renxiong used in the afternoon."
"He's gambling with his life!"
Almost simultaneously, Luo Chen and Wang Yuan came to the same conclusion.
The next moment, Wang Yuan and Luo Chen turned around at the same time.
The nearby Yin souls that were originally growing vigorously, as if swept by a fierce wind, all faltered as one.
Then, they wilted.
The bone-chilling Yin energy suddenly decreased significantly.
Everyone understood what this meant.
The three Ghost Kings had perished!
Wang Yuan uttered, "Pang Renxiong's death-defying gamble has succeeded!"
"No, it hasn't ended yet!"
Luo Chen suddenly looked towards The Great River District.
He looked astonished and confused.
Because a similarly unmatchable crimson Sword Qi, like a massive cauldron, plunged into Luo Feng Mountain.
"A Sword Cultivator!"
"How could there be another Sword Cultivator!"
"And they didn't help Pang Renxiong?"