"But I didn't promise you that others wouldn't kill you."
Dame said it with a smile.
The words had barely fallen when the man who had been cursing him stiffened violently. His abdomen bulged outward as if something savage were swelling inside, veins crawling across his skin.
His eyes filled with terror.
The next instant—
Boom.
Flesh, blood, and bone exploded midair, turning into a crimson mist that scattered across the Holy Peak before dissipating completely.
No corpse.
No remnant.
Nothing left behind.
At this moment, the cruel law of the cultivation world was revealed with merciless clarity.
The weak were ants.
Life and death were toys.
Promises were lies meant to amuse the strong.
"Is she the only one?" Dame asked leisurely, fingers still resting on Liana's neck.
His gaze swept across the crowd like a butcher inspecting livestock.
"Is there anyone else?"
No one answered.
Fear crushed every voice into silence.
