"Who else?"
Jiang Chen watched the crowd, his face a mask of indifference.
He stood like a terrifying Asura in the middle of an Asura Field. Blood Pearls dripped from the cold edge of his Cyan Blade Sword, and behind him lay the scattered, cold corpses.
It was a chilling sight.
GULP.
Qian Jun, a True Martial Realm Powerhouse from the Qian Family, swallowed hard. His gaze was filled with deep apprehension as his eyes locked onto the thousand-zhang Curse Blood Mist glowing crimson above Jiang Chen's head. A grim killing intent flashed in his eyes. "This kid is a veritable Killing God. We can't keep fighting for ourselves, or he'll pick us off one by one."
"Qian Jun is right," said the expert from the Demon Hunter Guild. "This kid's strength far surpasses his realm. If we want to kill him, we have to work together!"
The expert from the Money Commerce Association nodded in agreement.
