In everyone's eyes, Jinyun Valley was the weaker party. The best choice would have been to avoid direct conflict, perhaps even postpone the auction. After all, when you're outmatched, your only option is to yield. But no one had expected Chen Che to strike so brazenly.
And he had done so with no room for mercy, killing Hu Qile.
Such decisiveness! Such ruthlessness!
"This...?"
Ma Cong stared at the great locust tree engulfed in roiling flames, at Hu Qile being consumed by the inferno, and froze in his tracks.
It wasn't just him.
The Major Cultivators who had been leaving or rising from their seats all stopped at that moment.
It was as if someone had suddenly hit a pause button on time itself.
"Chen Che, you whelp! You've got some nerve, killing a Cultivator from my Hu Family in public?"
Hu Chaohong shot to his feet, a mask of shock and fury.
