Seeing Kui Bing's miserable state,
silence reigned across the scorched earth.
Every surviving Rogue Cultivator stood frozen in place.
Their bodies were stiffer than stone.
Their breathing had nearly stopped, too.
No one dared move.
No one dared make a sound.
No one even dared look up at the man.
That man had crippled Kui Bing.
The Divine Son of the main branch of the Water Origin Spirit Race.
He had crippled him with such ease.
So decisively.
Without a single word to spare.
As if crushing an ant, he had erased a True Ancestor-level powerhouse of noble status and formidable strength!
Fear.
Boundless fear gripped every heart.
Their minds could no longer think.
They had only one thought: would they be next?
Shen Fan's gaze fell on them.
His expression was calm.
There was no killing intent.
Nor any other emotion.
Yet that very calm made their scalps prickle.
Sweat soaked their backs.
Some went weak in the knees, their heads spinning, nearly fainting.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly in that moment.
Every second was agony.
Shen Fan was indeed weighing his options.
Kill them, and be done with it.
That was the simplest solution.
It would ensure there was no chance the news of his killing Kui Bing could leak.
With his current strength, facing the entire Water Origin Spirit Race would still be dangerous.
But watching these Rogue Cultivators struggle to survive in despair, he felt a little reluctant.
They were merely a group of ordinary cultivators caught up in this.
If the Fire Origin Spirit Race hadn't recruited them, they would never have come here.
But could he really just let them go?
That didn't seem right, either.
The risk was too great.
After all, people's hearts were hard to fathom.
Who could guarantee they wouldn't