Chapter 548: If You're Weak, Stay Hidden and Stop Embarrassing Yourself

In an instant, the entire place fell dead silent. Everyone stared blankly at Stefan Zimmerman. What had they just seen? Stefan had only lifted a hand, barely even bothering to swing it, and the Grand Elder had dropped dead on the spot. Not only had he died without warning, he had not even left behind a speck of ash. No body. No coffin. No grave. Nothing. That was their Grand Elder. A genuine Saint Realm expert. And he had been erased with a casual wave? Impossible. It had to be a hallucination....