Zhou Chen chuckled with a mild tone,
as if he had merely asked:
"Third Young Master, what shall we eat tonight?"
It seemed that for him, killing a person was just that effortless.
Xu Yuan cast his eyes down at Xue Yong lying on the ground and lightly furrowed his brows.
Having crossed into this world and following Ran Qingmo, he had seen enough to significantly increase his threshold for shock, yet the scene before him still made him feel uneasy.
This was the first time he had seen someone collapse so miserably in front of him.
A second ago, the man had a disdainful look with a calm and collected demeanor.
The next moment, his face had contorted with pain, his gaze shrinking in fear.
Out of fear, Xue Yong tried to suppress his own screams, struggling not to disturb the two nearby, but his face, twisted and pale with agony, and his arm, which had been bent into seven or eight segments by a unique force, were still starkly visible.
