Every member of Junxin Pavilion's branch knew that the Branch Pavilion Master had led a host of elite fighters to the Zhou Family to capture Chen Changan.
Now Chen Changan had appeared here, but the Branch Pavilion Master was nowhere to be seen. The outcome was obvious.
If even the Branch Pavilion Master and all those elite fighters couldn't do anything to Chen Changan, what chance did they have? Could they possibly be his match?
The branch members looked at Chen Changan, their hearts utterly sinking.
"Don't be so pessimistic. Give it your best shot, and maybe a miracle will happen," Chen Changan said with a smile.
"Chen Changan, we're not idiots. In the face of absolute strength, effort is a joke."
"Since you can show up here, I believe the Pavilion Master and the others have already died by your sword."
"And we'll probably soon become stepping-stones on your way to making a name for yourself across the Nine Profound Domain, right?"
"This is our fate. We accept it."
"But there's something I hope you'll agree to. Consider it my final request."
A request?
That was rather interesting. Was it a last wish before they died?
"Let's hear it." Chen Changan wasn't in a hurry.
"We're going to die anyway. Could you let me strike a cool pose before I go?"
"I don't want to die looking awful!"
Hmm?
This... was the first time Chen Changan had heard such an unusual request.
What good was striking a cool pose? They'd still die. And besides... dead was dead. What did it matter whether they looked cool?
Chen Changan didn't understand, but he respected their wishes.
"That's not an unreasonable request. I agree."
"Do the rest of you want the same thing?"
At Chen Changan's words, the others looked at one