"Don't you have even a shred of compassion?"
Lu Ren stared at the man in black, anger appearing on his face as well.
This man had been far too ruthless. That mother had not feared even a Martial Emperor when trying to save her own son.
Yet the man in black had struck to kill without hesitation.
It was only because Lu Ren had been too far away when he saw it that he had been unable to provide aid in time.
"What is compassion? And who has ever shown compassion to me? Lu Ren, you stand high above everyone else—you're noble, you're lofty, you're incredible. If I hadn't captured them, I would have been the one to die!"
The man in black replied coldly.
"You still didn't need to kill her!"
Lu Ren said furiously.
"If I hadn't killed her, she would only have suffered even more!"
The man in black said.
"Hmph!"
Lu Ren snorted coldly. He leaped into the air and slammed out a palm. Palm shadows, like wandering ghosts, bombarded the man in black in a frenzy.
The man in black's body shook violently before he was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the streets of the city.
Everyone who saw this was utterly shocked.
In their eyes, the man in black had been an existence like a true god. Yet now, he had been defeated by a single palm strike from the young man who had suddenly appeared.
Lu Ren swooped down before the man in black, seized him with one hand, and lifted him up.
"Lu Ren, what does it matter if you save them? This time, Luo Chen sent over a hundred people to cities across Ghost Province to capture young boys and girls. How many can you save?"
The man in black laughed