Ye Changkai was not yet dead; he was struggling to pull out the Mystical Iron Spear that had penetrated his chest.
Normally, he could have effortlessly pulled out the Mystical Iron Spear, but now it was embedded in his chest, piercing through his lungs, the heavy Mystical Iron Spear making him feel powerless.
Yang Zhenshan gripped the spear shaft and pulled the Mystical Iron Spear out.
"You~~"
Ye Changkai wanted to say something, but unfortunately, Yang Zhenshan had no interest in wasting words with him.
The spear tip plunged downward, piercing his throat.
Afterward, Yang Zhenshan gave Lu Ke and Fu Shanhong each an additional stab with the spear to ensure all four of them were utterly dead before he retrieved the Mystical Iron Spear.
By the time he finished all this, the Martial Artists gathered around reacted.
One by one, they looked at Yang Zhenshan as if they had seen a ghost.
