Everyone stared at Jun Wangchen amid the corpses, fear and shock flashing in their eyes.
In just five minutes, Jun Wangchen had single-handedly slaughtered every black-clad man serving the Wang Family, leaving Wang Dacui a commander without a single soldier.
Such methods, such strength—it was simply unheard of!
“Who... who exactly is he?” one Mercenary asked in disbelief, struggling to contain his fear.
Even a Late Yellow Tier martial artist probably could not have slaughtered a group of Peak Human Tier martial artists as effortlessly as Jun Wangchen had. Such formidable strength simply did not fit his age of twenty.
The Mercenary was not the only one puzzled. Everyone had the same question.
With nothing but a saber in hand, he had effortlessly slaughtered more than twenty Peak Human Tier martial artists without getting a single drop of blood on himself. Probably no one else present could have done that.
At that thought, some of the mercenaries who had humiliated Jun Wangchen at Stone Horse Plaza shuddered again. If he had really wanted to kill them back then, a mere wave of his hand would probably have sufficed.
Zhou De was equally stunned. Who could have imagined that the person who ultimately saved their Zhou Family Convoy would be a young man in his early twenties?
"May I ask which family you belong to?" Wang Dacui stared at Jun Wangchen, his expression extremely grave.
Jun Wangchen reminded him of a sleeping lion. He looked harmless and slightly shy, but when he truly unleashed his power, he was extraordinarily dangerous.
Jun Wangchen shrugged and calmly asked, "What does my family have to do with you?"
"My friend, this is a feud between the Wang Family and the Zhou Family. Please stay out of it. By killing so many of our brothers