Ishii Sanshu was evidently unable to answer Lin Dong.
His chest was crushed, and all the blood vessels in his body burst— even the robust framework of a Mystic Realm Martial Artist could not endure it.
After he killed him, Lin Dong looked toward the woman standing next to him, Qian Feifei.
It just so happened that Qian Feifei's gaze was also on Lin Dong. Lin Dong asked her, "Now, do you still think I have a pale face?"
Qian Feifei was so frightened that she subconsciously nodded her head.
Seeing Lin Dong frown, she immediately shook her head.
"Your face is pale, but you're not a Little White Face! You are... a Divine Being!" she stammered.
To her, Lin Dong at that moment was no different from a god.
"Remember today's events. If you leak out the slightest bit..."
Before Lin Dong could finish, Qian Feifei, Qian Hao, and Qian Fuguo, the family of three, all knelt on the ground.
Qian Fuguo hurriedly said, "We wouldn't dare."
