Supreme Pavilion.
Ling Xiaoxiao and the others' faces were extremely grim, their anger nearly erupting from their eyes.
Feng Wuchen, on the other hand, seemed indifferent.
If someone gets killed, so be it. What can you do about it?
"With so many people accusing him, surely someone is behind this, pulling strings. It's nothing more than an attempt to remove the young master's Supreme title," Long Nitian said coldly.
"Isn't that obvious? Even a fool can see it." Long Qinghun scoffed.
A minor guard being slain by the Dragon God Supreme—normally, if he's killed, he's killed. It's not unusual. It can even serve as a deterrent, a case of killing a chicken to scare the monkey.
But with Feng Wuchen, the issue somehow escalates to this extent.
It's already quite apparent.
If there were no one behind these actions, they wouldn't dare to challenge their superiors, even with a thousand times the courage.
