"Jing... Brother Jing... You... You must avenge us!"
The Iron Blood Alliance members, beaten to a bruised and swollen mess by the furious mob, immediately scrambled toward Jing Wuxue like mangy dogs spotting their master, bursting into loud sobs.
Their daily oppression of the ordinary disciples had led to a merciless beating in return, causing them to lose too many teeth to count, whistling through the gaps as they tried to speak.
A glint of anger flickered in Jing Wuxue's eyes, and his icy gaze swept across the room, sending chills down the spines of all the surrounding disciples.
His predatory gaze was the perfect description of Jing Wuxue's demeanor at that moment.
"You're Ling Feng?"
Jing Wuxue's gaze fixed on Ling Feng, a hint of a cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. There was no rage as one might expect, and instead, his expression became eerily calm.
But everyone knew this was just the calm before the storm.
