Wei Hu nonchalantly said, his eyes fixated on Lu Yuan, and a sinister grin suddenly appeared on his face of utter composure.
"To be able to step into the Void Realm at such a young age, you indeed have some talent, but you shouldn't have offended my Wei Family, let alone kill the legitimate heir of my family."
As soon as he finished speaking.
With a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of heads suddenly appeared in front of Lu Yuan out of thin air.
These heads died with open eyes, their faces still bearing the terror and despair they felt before death, as if they had suffered some sort of inhumane torture.
Lu Yuan even recognized quite a few familiar faces among those heads.
Because these cultivators killed by Wei Hu were surprisingly all disciples of the Cyan Cloud Sect!
"You're courting death!"
The moment Lu Yuan saw the heads of these disciples.
His pupils shrank to needlepoint size, and a cold killing intent erupted from him, dyeing the sky blood-red.
