"Lin Xuan? He dares to show up!"
Countless exclamations arose, followed by eyes filled with greed converging on him.
From a distance, disciples of the Mu family saw Lin Xuan, all filled with murderous intent—especially Mu Rong, whose beautiful eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
Her left arm was missing, the sleeve fluttering in the wind.
"Lin Xuan, you will pay a painful price!"
"Brother Chen, that boy killed Mu Yi and also severed my arm, you must avenge us!" Mu Rong gritted her teeth as she spoke.
The central young man in brocade clothes opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly fading like stars.
He looked at Lin Xuan's figure in the distance and whispered, "Don't worry, when Spirit Martial Mountain opens, I will take his life."
Mu Chen's voice was low and steady, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. Mu Rong calmed down beside him; although Lin Xuan was strong, he was no match for Mu Chen.
