Xiong Zhong unleashed his aura, his confidence already bursting through the roof.
Several dozen people stared up at him with wide eyes. In his eyes, they looked as though they had all been scared stupid.
It was his first time experiencing what it felt like to be strong, and it was incomparably wonderful. Still, lacking experience, he did not have much confidence in his ability to command the scene.
As he hesitated over whether to strike, Xiong Fen smiled and sent him a voice transmission.
"Son, don't be afraid."
"On Lan Star, you and I, father and son, are beings like gods. If you set your eyes on any treasure, just take it. The strong are revered—that is justice!"
Xiong Zhong's confidence surged, and arrogance began spilling from his eyes.
"Hmph. Do not say that I showed no mercy. After three breaths, if you have not left behind the weapons in your hands, you will be buried here alongside these demon corpses!"
As he spoke, Xiong Zhong clasped his left hand behind his back and raised one finger with his right.
"One."
Xiao Zhan and the others exchanged glances, all revealing the helpless expressions of people looking at a fool.
"Two."
They let the young man before them continue counting, but no one took him seriously. It was as though they had encountered the village idiot and could not be bothered to argue with him.
Xiao Zhan cast him a speechless glance, then called out to the others.
"Enough, enough. Get back to work. There's nothing worth watching!"
The others laughed in response and continued working.
The brief calm was broken, and the place became a bustle of activity. Some shoveled away demon corpses, while others carried mutilated remains, all wearing focused expressions.
Xiong Zhong froze for a moment, then