Chu Xun was dead!
Li Mu Yang had killed Chu Xun with his own hands.
In front of his father, Prince Hui of Xifeng.
The city was shrouded in heavy fog, and the scene fell into deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at this sight, at Li Mu Yang, who had just struck down without mercy the Devil Race's eighteenth-ranked demon general, the eyeless one, and Chu Xun, the Xifeng Crown Prince who had devoted himself to the Devil Race.
They looked at this dragon, this wicked dragon.
Only now did everyone stop being deceived by his handsome human features and blinded by his otherworldly Immortal aura. They were forced to accept the fact that this devastatingly beautiful man was not human. A wicked dragon lay hidden within him.
Chu Xun's head had been blown apart. The headless body looked mutilated and cruel.
Prince Hui's pupils were bloodshot. He stared fixedly at the corpse lying on the ground and rasped, "What an impressive Lu grandfather and grandson. What an impressive Lu family. One wants half of My Kingdom, and the other has killed My son with his own hands right in front of Me. Do you still have Me, your sovereign, in your eyes? Have you ever cared about My Chu imperial clan?"
"Chu Xun deserved to die." Li Mu Yang's voice was deep. "Even if I weren't a Lu Clan member, so long as I had the ability to do this, I still wouldn't have let him live. If he lived, what of all those people who had been brutally killed after he devoured their marrow?"
"Li Mu Yang!" Prince Hui's eyes were as sharp as blades. Pointing at Li Mu Yang, he roared hoarsely, "You're a dragon! You're a dragon!"
Then he turned to Lu Xingkong, his voice low