In Chen Yong's eyes, those people were all the leading figures of the top powers, carrying countless life-saving trump cards. There was no way they could have so easily met with disaster inside the hall.
Chen Changqing stepped forward, his tone as calm as if he were discussing something utterly insignificant.
"No need to wait."
"Everyone else is dead."
Chen Yong staggered, nearly pitching headfirst onto the ground.
He abruptly stopped, as though struck by lightning.
"Dead... all dead?"
Chen Yong's voice cracked.
He stared fixedly at Chen Changqing's back, his lips trembling violently.
They were no insignificant nobodies.
One was the Ji Clan's chosen heir from an ancient hidden family.
One was a pure-blooded prodigy of the Phoenix Clan.
One was the chief eldest disciple of the True Martial Immortal Sect.
One was a Buddhist Son and Arhat of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
Every one of them was a young giant whose name shook an entire region in the outside world, someone destined to command a great sect in the future.
Chen Yong had originally thought that the two sides would, at most, fight over treasures in the ancient hall, suffer some injuries, and retreat.
Yet Chen Changqing had casually uttered the three words: all dead.
Thinking of the wildly soaring points on the Heavenly Void Mirror outside, Chen Yong's mind exploded with a roar.
He had killed them all.
Every top prodigy had been slaughtered clean by the green-robed youth before him.
A layer of goosebumps rose over Chen Yong's entire body.
This was the Shushan Holy Son of Shushan, foremost among the Ten Great Sacred Lands of the righteous path.
Yet his decisive, ruthless methods were a hundred times more savage and tyrannical than those devilish fiends of the Nine Demonic Sects, who killed as easily as