The Xuan Ying Sect, being a major power in the Northern Profound Domain, could kill as many people in a small town as they wanted.
In a world where strength reigned supreme, power was king.
"If you don't speak up, we are all going to die. What should we do?"
"They are our life-saving benefactors; their identity absolutely must not be revealed."
"They are your life-saving benefactors, not mine. If we don't speak up, my whole family will be killed by them!"
"That's right! We don't want to die!"
Seeing people from Qingyang Town being killed one by one, many had come to intensely hate Feng Wuchen and the others.
Such was human nature; when disaster struck, everyone flew out for themselves.
"Still not talking, huh? It seems you are not afraid of dying!" Su Li said viciously, his sinister gaze falling on a young girl, around thirteen or fourteen years old. With a grab through the air, he drew the girl towards him.