When Chen Chen's pair of eyes, like those of a demon god, turned toward him, Liang Feng, who had only just slowly awakened from unconsciousness, felt an icy chill shoot from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head, instantly sobering him up.
What did he see?
He saw Wang Teng's head, his eyes still wide in death, lying less than three feet away from him.
He saw the two Qi Condensation Fifth Layer protectors—one embedded in a grave mound, dead or alive unknown, while the other had become a headless corpse.
The entire Mass Grave had become a river of blood, like a living hell.
And at the heart of that hell stood the devil holding a black sword dripping with blood.
"Ah—!"
Liang Feng let out a shriek that barely sounded human, scrambling backward on hands and knees as the reeking stench from his crotch grew even stronger.
"Don't... don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Tears and snot streamed down his face as he begged incoherently. "It has nothing to do with me! It was all Wang Teng! Wang Teng forced me to come! I don't know anything! I'm just a useless piece of trash! Please, spare my worthless life!"
To survive, he shoved every bit of blame onto the dead, grinding his own dignity into the mud.
Chen Chen watched his grotesque display, undisguised disgust flashing through his eyes.
He walked over step by step, looking down from above at the Liang Family's eldest young master, who had once been so arrogant at Immortal's Abode.
"Weren't you very arrogant at Immortal's Abode?" Chen Chen's voice was ice-cold. "Didn't you say you'd make me lose even my underwear?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Liang Feng crazily kowtowed, smashing his forehead against the ground until it left