"Even if you possess strength rivaling the Seven Heroes, so what? With so many of us attacking together, you'll only be crushed. Just you—"
A colleague named Kordier stood closest to Luo Bingxin. He was exceedingly arrogant and confident, relying on their numbers and not taking Luo Bingxin seriously at all.
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a streak of black flowing light descended from the sky and slammed into him.
When the dark radiance faded, a man with black scales covering his face appeared before everyone.
A powerful aura emanated from him. His plain black robe flickered like flames under the influence of Divine Power and the Primordial Beginning.
Black mist crawled endlessly across his body as though it possessed a life of its own.
"Uncle Xuan, you're here?"
Luo Bingxin asked.
Old Xuan.
An Anxing member.
In the assessments, his strength and status had been on par with Luo Bingxin's. Both possessed the "Chou" Dark Prosperity Ring, placing them firmly in the organization's second tier.
Ordinarily, Old Xuan was extremely low-key and quite humble in his dealings with others. Many people in Anxing liked him.
Yet at this moment, his image completely overturned everyone's understanding of him.
His gaze was exceptionally sharp, with black light swirling within his eyes.
Beneath his foot was the colleague who had just spoken, Kordier.
Originally, Old Xuan had been stepping on his head.
Unfortunately, there was no longer a head to step on. Under Old Xuan's absolute Suppression Domain of power, Kordier's head had already been crushed.
"Fuck, Old Xuan, are you insane? You actually dared attack a colleague? I—"
Perhaps Old Xuan had struck too swiftly for Kordier to react. His soul remained in the world, and only after staring at his own corpse for quite some time did Kordier realize