Yet Chen Xiaofan's words struck like a bolt from the blue, turning every Qingshi Sect member pale as ashes, their faces gray with despair. They stared wide-eyed at Chen Xiaofan in disbelief, as though they had heard the tolling bell of the apocalypse.
"Great hero... Y-you must be joking with us, right?" The Qingshi Sect Leader's voice trembled, clinging to the last shred of hope. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as his body involuntarily backed away.
The corner of Chen Xiaofan's mouth curled into a faint smile. "Do I look like someone who jokes?" A chilling coldness showed in his eyes.
The Qingshi Sect members could not help but shudder, despair welling up in their hearts.
They realized that Chen Xiaofan was not merely trying to frighten them. He truly meant to put them to death. Fear shrouded every heart, and they regretted bitterly ever provoking such a god of slaughter.
Chen Xiaofan advanced step by step. His footsteps were light, yet every step seemed to land upon the hearts of the Qingshi Sect members.
They felt the overwhelming pressure radiating from Chen Xiaofan, as though an insurmountable mountain were crushing them so hard they could scarcely breathe.
"Great hero, spare us! We know we were wrong! Please show mercy and leave us a way to live!" In his panic, the Qingshi Sect Leader dropped to his knees and kowtowed, begging for mercy.
The others followed suit, kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly, hoping Chen Xiaofan would change his mind.
Chen Xiaofan stopped and looked down at the kneeling Qingshi Sect members. A trace of mockery flashed through his eyes as he said slowly, "Weren't you all so arrogant? How did you turn into a bunch of spineless wretches now?"
The Qingshi Sect members lowered their heads, not