Suddenly, with a shriek, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up!
Chen Kuang exerted his strength, veins bulging all over his body, with one foot on the horse's back, and the other stepping on the horse's neck to steady himself.
"Crack!"
Poor horse's neck was crushed entirely, dead instantly!
Chen Kuang barely steadied himself, took a deep breath, and swallowed back the metallic taste surging in his throat; his skin had already started to develop tiny cracks.
This was a sign of excessive pressure, indicating the skin was nearing its limit.
Everyone around also couldn't hold on anymore, and in an instant, those who were originally unintentional to resist fell like leaves.
Only Cang Xing managed to stand there, still worried: "Oh dear, how reckless! I was just casually threatening him, why did you really kill!"
Even for the Martial Saint Pavilion, angering a Saint is something to consider...
