"Hmm?"
Though just a soft "Hmm," the sound struck Xun Chen's ears like a clap of thunder.
His entire body trembled violently. As if his spine had been ripped out, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a THUD.
His face was ashen, and his lips trembled, unable to form a single complete sentence.
"Guards!"
Qi Yun no longer looked at him. His voice was placid, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
The Holy Sect Cultivators accompanying him were already prepared. At the command, they immediately strode forward, their cold gazes locking onto the crumpled form of Xun Chen.
"Drag him away. Execute him."
"Ex-execute him?!"
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Xun Chen jerked his head up and shrieked in terror:
"No! You can't kill me!
My adoptive father is a Foundation Establishment Master!
If you dare kill me, my adoptive father will never let you get away with it!!"
He played his biggest trump card, trying to intimidate Qi Yun.
"Adoptive father?"
