After revealing this, Liu Song laughed even more brazenly, as though he had been waiting to see Mo Chen's astonishment.
But Mo Chen's expression still betrayed no fear, which only irritated Liu Song further. He continued trying to provoke him.
"What? After treating my brother as a good man all this time, you're disappointed to find he's no better than you or me?"
"What a shame. Your face is much calmer than I imagined. I was waiting for you to start cursing your head off."
Mo Chen gave no response, instead keeping an eye on the refined corpses outside.
Suddenly, Mo Chen felt his body grow light. Liu Song had stopped releasing Spiritual Power.
"Go on, run. Let's see how far you can get."
Mo Chen knew that, having advanced to Foundation Establishment, Liu Song was thinking only of tormenting him and taking revenge, convinced that everything was under his control.
That gives me an opening to exploit. Mo Chen would never let such a fine opportunity handed to him by an enemy slip away.
Liu Song looked up and swept his gaze over the cultivators driven into the street by the surrounding black mist and the dark clouds overhead.
"Everyone."
Liu Song's voice was quiet, yet it reached every ear with perfect clarity, striking panic into everyone present.
"Do you want to live... or die?"
No one answered. No one dared.
The mortals had only come to Cloudrain Market to work and run errands because the wages were high. Now that they had encountered Liu Song, they regretted it until their guts turned green. They crouched in corners, not daring to move.
The cultivators surrounded by black mist clenched their magic artifacts, scarcely daring to breathe.
Liu Song waited two breaths, then grabbed Mo Chen and hurled him toward