The old man's eyes suddenly widened, his face written with disbelief. "What did you just say? You killed ten Heavenly Demons—how is that possible?"
Qin An said faintly, "There's nothing impossible about it. Listen to me carefully."
He slowly recounted what had happened.
Of course, as to who the mole was, he did not make it very clear, but the process of slaying the ten Heavenly Demons, he described in great detail.
After he finished, the environment, which had already been deathly silent, became even more quiet.
The people present looked at Qin An with a trace of doubt and uncertainty in their eyes.
They took a deep breath to calm their inner agitation, but no matter how they tried to steady themselves, they could not suppress the shock in their hearts.
The old man was the same; his fingers trembled slightly, his heart extremely unsettled.
Killing Heavenly Demons—what did that represent?
