The Silver Scaled Dragon Formation Is Cast

"You… You just killed Brother Xian! You… you should die all the same!" Another cultivator stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and fear.

His face was pale, his hands clenched into fists, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of caution.

Unlike his fallen comrade, he was wise enough to hold back, his instincts screaming at him not to charge recklessly into the fray.

The memory of his colleague's gruesome death was still fresh, a stark reminder of the consequences of underestimating the man before him.

Xiao Ming, however, remained unfazed. He stood with an air of nonchalance, his arms crossed and his expression one of mild amusement.

He hadn't so much as lifted a finger during the entire confrontation, yet his mere presence exuded an overwhelming sense of danger. The casual snort he had released earlier had been enough to end a life—a fact that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.