Yi Chen saw a young man preparing to flee after the hunched old man fell.
A cold smile curled Yi Chen's lips. He clenched his right fist, aimed at the young man, and unleashed a savage punch!
Yi Chen's punch sent the young man flying backward with a wretched scream, blood gushing from his mouth. He crashed into a nearby ruin and never made another sound!
He could not even withstand a casual punch from Yi Chen!
"You... you're one of the Demon Race?!"
"No, you're not! You don't have the aura of the Demon Race!"
"We... we were wrong. Please spare us!"
Seeing the young man's fate, the arrogant, overbearing people around them all looked terrified and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Hmph, if you know you were wrong, then get on your knees!"
Yi Chen snorted coldly, his voice bone-chilling, as though it came from the hells of the Nine Netherworlds!
Their expressions changed, their faces instantly flushing crimson and their eyes reddening!
Driven by humiliation and anger, they dropped to one knee, trembling as they knelt on the ground and lowered their heads.
"You may all rise!"
Yi Chen lifted his head slightly, swept his gaze over them, and spoke indifferently.
At those words, the eyes of the people around him lit up.
Before Yi Chen, they were all lofty experts, yet now they were like a pack of servants.
Such a gulf was hard for them to accept, filling their hearts with unspeakable shame and stifled resentment!
"Thank you for sparing our lives, my lord!"
They rose to their feet one after another.
Yi Chen smiled faintly and ignored them, turning instead to walk toward the hunched old man.
The hunched old man stared fixedly at Yi Chen, venomous hatred shining in his eyes. Through gritted teeth,