The golden light faded. Jiang Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, his imposing aura sweeping forth as he coldly surveyed the dozens of people present.
Vast Star Power surged, bright golden flames dancing and illuminating the night, dyeing the surroundings a field of gold.
"J-Jiang Changkong."
Several people who had fought him before looked frightened, their bodies involuntarily retreating two steps.
Nan Tianwang stood amid the crowd and immediately said, "This has nothing to do with me. I was just here to watch the fun—I didn't make a move just now."
With that, he pulled Luo Yunchen and the three people beside him out of the crowd.
Among the three, an old man frowned. "Young Master Nan, he's only at the peak of Star Treasury. Is there any need to fear him this much?"
"Uncle De, it's better to be cautious. Sister Meng still wants to recruit him," Nan Tianwang said quietly.
Uncle De was slightly taken aback, then a faint smile appeared on his lips. "So he is someone Miss values."
"Jiang Changkong, you actually dared to come?"
"Brother, it's him."
"Sis, he was the one who beat us up in there."
"It was him who took the Sun Stone."
A chorus of furious shouts rose up. Dozens of pairs of eyes all turned toward Jiang Changkong.
Jiang Changkong remained indifferent and ignored them. His gaze shifted to Jiang Haibo. "Trespassers are to be killed without mercy. Do they count?"
"Why did you come?" Jiang Haibo sighed.
"Answer my question." Jiang Changkong frowned slightly.
Helpless, Jiang Haibo could only say, "Someone has already gone inside. These people all count."
"What a joke. There are so many of us at Star Treasury, and quite a few of us are at its peak. You want to kill us all?"