"Who else?" Xian'er's cool, pleasant voice slowly echoed through the deathly silent heavens and earth.
Yet to everyone present, that voice sounded no different from a death sentence.
But no one in the area dared make the slightest move. They did not even dare beg for mercy.
They could only stand there stiffly, not daring to move, cold sweat pouring down their bodies as they maintained respectful bows and silently awaited the judgment of fate.
Inwardly, they prayed again and again that the absurdly wealthy young master would not notice them.
Wei Chen lightly stroked his chin with one hand, his eyes narrowing as his gaze slowly swept over everyone present as though selecting prey.
Naturally, his main targets were those who had joined forces to attack the academy this time.
Whenever his scrutinizing gaze passed over someone, that person would visibly tremble before lowering their head even further.
Very soon, amid everyone's agonizing unease.
Wei Chen finally spoke.
He raised a finger and pointed at several people one by one, saying indifferently, "Him, him, him, and those few over there."
The people he pointed at were none other than the other five Sovereigns of the Dragon Demon Palace, as well as Liu An, president of the Shadow Merchant Association, and Dong Ming, president of the Heavenly Origin Merchant Association.
At once, the people he had singled out revealed looks of despair.
Then, with remarkable tacit understanding, they turned and fled.
They scattered in different directions, each choosing a separate route.
As for resisting, such a thought had never even crossed their minds. They were merely clinging to one final sliver of luck as they fled for their lives.
They were quite fast. Under the threat of death, every one of them wished they could use every last ounce of