Because he knew that Jin Mu of the Holy Light Dynasty had begun his countdown to death.
Before everyone's eyes, Feng Qing'er directly tore open a Space Rift. The terrifying spatial fluctuations left everyone present frozen in place, unable to move.
At the same time, a Space Rift also appeared not far in front of Jin Mu on the second floor.
Feng Qing'er, Qing Tan, and Lin Xia then emerged from it with relaxed expressions.
"Tsk, the view from the second floor really is much better than from the first."
Qing Tan lazily stretched. "After sitting around for so long, I can finally move a little."
"How should we deal with Jin Mu? Master doesn't like people trying to poach his people."
Lin Xia openly brought up a solution.
"How about we tear off his arms and legs first, then pierce his chest with a hook and hang him to the side?"
"Wow~~ Wouldn't that be a little cruel?"
"Then should we just crush him into powder? Out of sight, out of mind."
The conversation between Feng Qing'er and the other two reached everyone's ears.
Yet no one dared move, because Feng Qing'er possessed the ability to open a spatial channel. That meant she could absolutely do all the things they had just discussed.
"Let's just cripple his cultivation, then hang him up with an iron hook to serve as a warning."
"That works. At least it won't be so bloody."
"I have no objections either."
Having reached that decision, the three women lowered their eyes together and looked at Jin Mu, the greatest genius of the Holy Light Dynasty, who sat rooted to the spot and dared not move.
He was staring at Feng Qing'er and the others with a face full of terror.
Before he could say anything,