Recognizing Jing Ping's calculated strategy, Alex abruptly ceased his forward momentum and immediately began to draw upon the chilling energy of death pooling within his palm, transmuting it into a tangible orb of pure, destructive power.
An ominous grin spread across his face as he casually confessed, "Yes, I was the one who did it. Now what will you do about it? Are you here to avenge their death, or what?" His voice echoed ominously in the silence.
Jing Ping was struck by disbelief, his complacency shattered. He had never expected that Alex would so brazenly admit to such a heinous act without a shred of remorse.
As Jing Ping remained dumbstruck, a sinister smile tugged at the corners of Alex's mouth once more. "If you care so much about your fallen disciples, why don't I send you to join them?" He taunted, charging towards Jing Ping whilst simultaneously amassing more of the deadly energy within his hand.
