Feng Wuji is dead!
Yang Jing stood there alone.
Around him, hundreds and thousands of people gathered.
These were all Life Pattern Masters serving the Deceitful King Faction.
Looking at Yang Jing, who looked like a god of war, their hands holding weapons trembled slightly.
Fear, this was unparalleled fear.
These people were very conflicted.
Feng Wuji is dead; should they stop him or not?
Going up to stop Yang Jing was basically seeking death.
But if they didn't stop him, they couldn't explain it to the higher-ups!
"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!" Yang Jing's voice rang out as he strode toward the headquarters of the Deceitful King Faction.
Yang Jing's words seemed to carry supreme power.
The Life Pattern Masters originally blocking his path scattered and fled like rats seeing a cat.
Along the way, no one dared to try and stop Yang Jing, the god of slaughter.
...
...
By the lakeside.
