Hiss.
A streak of white light flashed.
He Guangxun's head flew off with blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness and regret.
"Noisy."
Chen Mu didn't even glance at the severed head or the slowly falling corpse.
He Zhengya still had a bit of the He Family patriarch's momentum. Compared to him, He Guangxun was simply pathetic, and He Mingxuan and his likes were not even worth mentioning. They say the Yu Family had not seen good successors for the past two generations, how could the He Family be any better?
If it weren't for He Guangxun's slight ability, at least being a Martial Man of the Bone Tempering Realm, Chen Mu would have felt that killing such a person was sullying his own hands.
"..."
The steward sitting collapsed nearby was now drenched in cold sweat, curled up trembling, not even daring to breathe deeply as he watched Chen Mu walk out of the main hall.
