In his eyes, mortals were nothing more than tools for his Enlightenment.
Their lives and deaths were entirely at his whim, a matter of no concern.
They were merely short-lived humans, after all.
Even if he killed them, a new crop would sprout up in another ten years.
"Ninety-eight..." Wang Xiao said, his expression calm.
"What?" An Yuanshan asked, not understanding.
Wang Xiao spoke, "Just now, a total of ninety-eight commoners were killed by your aura!"
An Yuanshan burst into wild laughter, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world:
"And? Don't tell me you intend to seek justice for them?"
He hadn't actually intended to kill the surrounding commoners.
If anyone was to blame, it was the commoners themselves for being too weak. They couldn't even withstand the faintest trace of his leaked aura.
Wang Xiao said nothing more. Surging Gang Qi erupted from his body.
In an instant.
