The masked man in black slowly raised his head in a manner that resembled a death god, his chilling gaze cast towards the faces of those present, as though analyzing corpses. Finally, it landed on Wei ChengPing's body, and after pausing for a while, it seemed to recognize the owner as it slowly asked, "Wei ChengPing?"
That person's voice was full of arrogance, as though he was a god high above all of them, holding their lives in the palm of his hand. Within the great hall, a hundred-odd people huddled with a look of extreme fear in their eyes. While they all held weapons in their hands without exceptions, there was no one who even dared to breathe loudly, let alone step forward!
Under the pressure of the masked black-robed man, all of them seemed to have turned into docile little sheep!
