Just as Sun Dazhu finished saying that, Wang Lin’s gaze flickered, and with a pat he hit the top of his head. Instantly, Sun Dazhu’s body crumpled, and he fell on the ground while bleeding in all 7 apertures of the head.
Wang Lin blankly looked at Sun Dazhu’s corpse, and in his heart there was a feeling that could not be explained. This was the first time that he killed a person, and the person he killed was his own master.
After thinking for a while, Wang Lin picked up Sun Dazhu’s corpse, and walked out of the Heng Yue Sect with a declining expression. He found a mountain stream and threw the corpse at it.