Only then did he shudder, suddenly raise his head, and glare wide-eyed at Si Shenyang. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Huang Yuan informed on us. That benefited you—so why did you kill him...?"
"What do you think?" Si Shenyang smiled coldly, a trace of cruel light flashing through his eyes.
Huan Jingyuan felt as though he had been struck by lightning. A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind. "From the very beginning, the Divine Tomb Throne mission was meant to silence every participant except you?"
"Huan Jingyuan, this is the one moment your mind is clear enough to figure things out." Si Shenyang stopped toying with him and said to the six enormous pupils, "Enough. Do it."
At those words, Huan Jingyuan immediately fell into despair.
His eyes were filled with resentment and fury, but even more than that, with a profound sense of powerlessness. He knew he had no road left to retreat upon.
"Turn this one into an Astral God Origin first. Leave him alive—he can be used to threaten Weisheng Moran." Si Shenyang added, his tone carrying cold, mocking amusement.
"What about the others?" one of the purple-robed men asked icily.
"The others? Kill them all." Si Shenyang said with a smile, as though he were discussing something utterly ordinary.
He did not need to lift a finger. The purple-robed members of the Reaper Group were Tai Yu's sharp blades; murder and silencing witnesses were their work.
All Si Shenyang needed to do was nod, and the Primordial Chaos Array formed by their Primordial Chaos Vein Fields directly trapped Huan Jingyuan. Layer upon layer of eerie, frigid purple deathlight from those pupils swallowed all of Huan Jingyuan's resentment and rage!
"Be annihilated!"
They would never give Huan Jingyuan a chance to alert the outside world.
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