As Li Qiye's gaze swept over the crowd, many cultivators couldn't help but shiver. No one could believe that this fifteen-year-old boy, when enraged, was like a god or demon incarnate—utterly merciless, brutal, and iron-fisted in his slaughter!
Only then did the cultivators realize that the arrogant boy before them had never been acting out of ignorance. He was simply this ferocious—a true monster from the very beginning!
A chill ran down many a spine. He even slaughtered a Prince! What kind of monster was he? He had killed a Prince of Nantian Country without a second thought. Just how ferocious could one person be?
Many cultivators secretly rejoiced that they hadn't offended this boy; otherwise, they feared they would have been the ones slaughtered.
