The cultivators of the Divine Dragon Hall lowered their heads under that gaze, unable to look directly at the other party, and glanced at the fallen Golden Core. Secretly, they thought to themselves, this guy knew that four masters had died, lost four Blood God Weapons, and still spoke unnecessarily.
Don't be fooled by his calm face. The calmer he appears, the more it indicates his anger. Yet you furrow your brow, isn't this courting death?
Moreover.
This master is different from the ones who have died; Leng Feiying and the others were merely adopted children of the Hall Master. But this one is the Hall Master's own child. Although ordinarily he stands equal with the other adopted children, the Hall Master treats them the same.
But if you recklessly equate this master with the others, then death is deserved.
Leng Tianying coldly eyed the crowd in front of him and stepped forward arrogantly, causing the crowd to part and create a passage.
