Dying without struggling

The ancient Gong descendant hovered above Patrick and the clustered cultivators as he emitted ominous energy, his eyes displaying cold expressions as they stared at the cultivators below. Gnashing his teeth with a disgruntled expression, the Gong descendant asked his question in a slow and heavy tone, 'WHO ARE YOU.' But after asking his question, the surrounding cultivators didn't react the slightest, and the person he asked stood, surrounded by thousands of cultivators as if they were protecting him, this silver-haired man looking directly at him as he had a smirk on his face.