บท 900: The Supreme Mystic Power

Zhang Yuanren's sudden action caused the entire place to fall silent.

A crack could be seen on the bloodied huge pillar. Blood continued to drip down the pillar to the ground.

Thud!

Zhang Yuanren, whose head was cracked open, fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. When he fell on the ground, it looked as though he was glaring at the heavens.

The commoners broke out in an uproar.

"Lord Zhang!"

"Lord Zhang!"

A row of dozens or so royal guards standing in front of the commoners fell to their knees loudly as they stared at Zhang Yuanren's lifeless body in shock. The loud and dissonant noises from their long halberds hitting the ground rang in the air.

All the civil and military officials wore a shocked expression on their faces.

Zhang Yuanren had really proved his determination and loyalty with his death!

"Father!" Zhang Jingyuan cried out heart-wrenchingly.