Chen Nan stepped past the numerous servant disciples, moving to the front of everyone, directly facing the two Stewards of the Law Enforcement Hall, with all their immense pressure descending upon him.
"You?"
The Steward of the Law Enforcement Hall looked Chen Nan up and down, showing a hint of regret.
"What a pity, even if you step forward voluntarily, it's useless, today all of them must die!"
Chen Nan gritted his teeth and suddenly stepped forward: "Even if I surrender, it's no good?"
The Steward said arrogantly: "Compared to the reputation of the Yuantian Sect, your lives are utterly insignificant. If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for being too weak, weak to the point that no one cares."
A surge of anger rose in Chen Nan's heart. For a long time, what he hated most was this kind of high-and-mighty attitude from major powers, treating all the weak as ants.
"In that case, I'll make a big disturbance!"
