Of the five great experts, one had fallen.
He had died without a sound, as though an ant had been crushed beneath someone's foot.
Yet Xiao Zirui was no ant. He was a genius among the younger generation of the Xiao Clan, second only to the brothers Xiao Feng and Xiao Yun.
Otherwise, Xiao Feng would not have set aside past grievances and drawn him back in after his betrayal.
Yet when Luo Chen flicked a finger and killed such a genius, he had not even blinked.
Thinking of it this way, what weight could the others possibly hold in Luo Chen's eyes?
They were merely Furnace Realm cultivators.
They did not even share the blood ties between Xiao Zirui and Xiao Feng.
If Xiao Feng still refused to bow his head and submit, who would Luo Chen kill next to establish his authority?
For a moment, the several people kneeling on the ground were overcome with panic.
Luo Chen seemed unaware of it. The aura silk at his fingertips still pressed against the heart meridians of the four great experts, while his qi remained firmly locked onto the distant ruins. Tie Xiong was not dead yet.
As for Xiao Feng, Luo Chen merely watched him with a calm gaze.
Yet to Xiao Feng, though that gaze was calm, it was one he did not dare meet.
It was as if a single glance would reveal mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He had long understood that Luo Chen was no easy person to deal with, but he had never expected him to turn hostile so decisively.
If he continued to evade, hesitate, and delay...
Thud!
Xiao Feng bent his knees and knelt on the ground.
Xiao Sanniang froze beside him. She could scarcely believe it, yet she said