In Chen Yong's view, those people were the leading figures of every top-tier faction, carrying countless life-saving trump cards. There was no way they could have so easily met with disaster inside the hall.
Chen Changqing stepped forward, his tone as calm as if he were mentioning something utterly insignificant.
"No need to wait."
"Everyone else is dead."
Chen Yong staggered, nearly pitching headfirst onto the ground.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks, as though struck by lightning.
"All... all dead?"
Chen Yong's voice cracked.
He stared fixedly at Chen Changqing's back, his lips trembling violently.
They were no stray cats or dogs.
They were the Ji Clan's successive heirs from an ancient hidden clan.
The Phoenix Clan's pure-blooded prodigies.
The True Martial Immortal Sect's chief senior disciples.
The Great Thunder Sound Temple's Buddhist Sons and Arhats.
Every one of them was a young giant renowned across the world, someone destined to command a great sect in the future.
Chen Yong had originally thought that, at most, the two sides would fight over treasures inside the ancient hall, suffer some injuries, and retreat.
Yet Chen Changqing had casually uttered the three words: all dead.
Thinking of the wildly soaring scores on the Heavenly Void Mirror outside, Chen Yong's mind exploded with a roar.
He had killed them all.
Every top prodigy had been slaughtered clean by the blue-robed youth before him.
Goosebumps rose all over Chen Yong's body.
This was Mount Shu's Holy Son, the foremost of the Ten Great Sacred Lands of the righteous path.
Yet his decisive, ruthless methods were a hundred times more savage and tyrannical than those demonic fiends from the Nine Sects of the demonic path, who killed as readily as breathing.
Chen Changqing turned around and looked at Chen Yong, who stood frozen in