Everyone saw Jing Yuan strolling forward at an unhurried pace.
As he walked, he cried out in a hoarse, feeble voice, "Your Highness, hold on and wait for me! I'm coming to save you right now... Wah, wah, wah!"
He sounded like he was coughing up blood with those "wah wah" noises, yet there was absolutely no sign of him vomiting blood, was there?
"What's going on?"
"Why does this Jing Yuan look fake? Isn't he supposed to be a fool and an idiot?"
The disciples of the non-overlord sects Ling Jindi had left behind stood there with their mouths agape. Though their sects were located within the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family's territory, they naturally knew all about the rumors surrounding Jing Yuan.
But the Jing Yuan before them did not look foolish in the slightest. He was obviously putting on an act.
Clearly, he did not want to save Jun Guxian or fight a great battle against the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family, so he had deliberately feigned weakness and severe injury.
Suddenly...
Jing Yuan, who had been pretending to be injured, slowly raised his head and asked with killing intent surging around him, "Jun Guxian has been captured, right? Then I don't need to keep pretending. At last, I no longer have to stay by his side."
"As for you all..."
"Since you've discovered that I'm neither foolish nor idiotic, naturally, I'll have to silence every last one of you."
With that, Jing Yuan flashed forward... and killed.
In only a short while, every disciple from the non-overlord sects within the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family's territory had been slaughtered to the last.
Not one was spared. They had all been silenced.
Jing Yuan gazed at the field of corpses and let out a low laugh, as though the sound had been squeezed