Ten breaths had, in fact, already exceeded the limit by quite a bit.
Yet seeing that fewer than five hundred people remained in the sky still satisfied Luo Yan greatly.
It was not until Hu Qingwei saw the look in Luo Yan's eyes.
That he finally spoke. "Young Master Luo Yan, I, Hu Qingwei, am likewise guilty of no small offense. Let this arm serve as my apology to you."
As he spoke, he shattered his own left arm with a single palm strike.
This strike truly contained his full strength.
Under such force, even though an expert of the Primordial Chaos True Monarch Realm possessed the ability to regenerate through body tempering, he would need at least a hundred years to recover it.
"Young Master, there are still quite a few people in our mountain who had dealings with Du Song. I will have them apologize to you alongside Du Song. I beg you, Young Master, in your boundless magnanimity, spare the rest of them." Hu Qingwei seemed to have aged considerably.
"One-third. Go!"
Luo Yan seemingly could not even be bothered to spare him another glance. Turning around, he headed toward that lavish courtyard.
Naturally, Hu Qingwei did not dare hesitate any longer.
But as he subconsciously looked at the identity jade tablet in his hand, he froze when he saw it begin to shine.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished.
The change came so abruptly that even he had no time to react.
"As expected of an identity jade tablet personally forged by an Eternal Expert. Truly terrifying," he muttered to himself.
His words were filled with lingering fear.
The people of East Sea Mountain turned around one after another.
They used streams of Origin Power to carry away the bodies of those who had