The white light was a natal blade light Feng Jun had nurtured. After it flashed, an ugly Sea Serpent head fell to the ground, rolling several times as pale blue blood gushed wildly from its severed neck.
The scene was deathly silent, with only the hiss of spurting blood breaking the stillness.
The smugness had not yet faded from the Sea Serpent's eyes before it turned into profound horror, then utter disbelief.
"Ah, murder!" At last, a merfolk cried out hoarsely, "The Human Race is killing people! Someone, come quickly!"
Oddly enough, these merfolk should not have been particularly brave, yet upon seeing a Human Race cultivator kill someone, they eagerly crowded toward Feng Jun. None dared to attack, but the sense of oppression was overwhelming.
This was what the old saying meant by "gathering feathers to make a duster." There was a reason the Sea Serpent shopkeeper had been killed, but the other merfolk were only watching, which could hardly be considered a major offense. Once they surrounded their opponent, they merely had to wait for the Human Race cultivator to panic and attack first.
If the Human Race cultivator did not dare to act while the merfolk pressed closer and closer, they would have an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
If the Human Race cultivator attacked without cause, it would confirm the accusation that he had "started trouble," and they could seek justice for themselves.
In any case, under most circumstances, a Human Race cultivator could not possibly slaughter every merfolk present. Otherwise, it would become a matter of enormous consequence.
In short, the merfolk of this World Domain had been entangled with the Human Race for a long time and had an exceptional grasp of boundaries. Among Heavenly Zither's many World Domains, they were also the