"After we kill Feng Qijue, you'll let us go?"
One of the divine sons spoke.
A trace of despair and helplessness seeped through his voice.
They knew that their fate was already in Lu Ren's hands, and they had no other choice.
"That's right!"
Lu Ren nodded. "You merely know my identity. There's no deep-seated blood feud between us. But this Feng Qijue actually incited you to kill me. Truly detestable!"
Lu Ren's voice brimmed with fury and authority.
His gaze swept across the crowd before finally settling on Feng Qijue.
Hearing this, everyone exchanged glances before turning their eyes toward Feng Qijue in unison. Their eyes were filled with complicated emotions: sympathy, helplessness, and a faint trace of hope.
Feng Qijue felt everyone's gazes and knew that he had become the target of all.
He was unwilling to die like this. He still wanted to live, still wanted to continue pursuing his martial path.
"Lu Ren, you're shameless and despicable! You're actually using them to kill me! Aren't you afraid they're only pretending to submit to you?"
Feng Qijue's face turned ashen as he roared madly, his voice full of terror and despair.
He knew that he had been driven into a dead end, with no road left to take.
"Whether they're pretending or not is unimportant to me. I only want to kill you!"
Lu Ren said blandly.
"Lu Ren, let me tell you this: unless you kill every last one of them, someone will definitely expose your identity. When that happens, the powerhouses of all the great divine sects will come after you!"
Feng Qijue roared furiously, trying to provoke conflict between Lu Ren and this group of geniuses. Only then could he save himself.
"Are you still not making your move?"
Lu Ren suddenly bellowed as