Lu Xuan wore a deadpan expression the whole time Zhou Sulong shouted his frustration out loud. He saw too much of a situation unfolding back in his past life, after all.
No matter how great a genius could be, one misstep could have easily killed them.
He had seen this happen so many times back in his past life that what he just saw was deemed not worth mentioning.
Among everyone he killed throughout his journey back in his previous life, many of them had once been deemed some of the greatest of their time.
With so many people having cornered Lu Xuan, he only managed to barely save himself. A lot of such people had cornered Lu Xuan, and he had only managed to barely save his skin. He faced more life-threatening situations than he could count.
The result was all the same.
A dead genius and a dead common folk were hardly any different; they were both corpses lying in graves.
