Lu Xiao's tsk-tsk sound, though not loud, was particularly noticeable.
After all, everyone else was singing praises of the Seventh Saint Son, and Lu Xiao's voice, laden with disdain and ridicule, stood out awkwardly.
Many people turned their heads in Lu Xiao's direction.
A few seconds later, a cry of alarm suddenly rose: "That's Lu Xiao! The one next to Ryan—that's Lu Xiao!"
"I recognized him too!"
"He's the one who killed the Five Saint Sons, and he dares to come here, simply trampling on the dignity of our Holy Spirit Pavilion."
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Quite a few people had already pointed at Lu Xiao and started shouting.
The gaze of the Seventh Saint Son also fell on Lu Xiao, filled with scrutiny.
He was well aware of the strength of the Five Saint Sons; before his own breakthrough, that guy was even stronger than himself by a bit.
If Lu Xiao was capable of killing the Five Saint Sons, his strength must not be lacking.