"Sigh—"
As it became clear that Yan Xie's cause was lost, many people sighed endlessly, shaking their heads, some even unwilling to lift their gazes to watch.
Though it was only a battle between Yan Xie and Zhan Qiankun — none of their business — they all knew full well what kind of person Zhan Qiankun was.
In terms of talent, Zhan Qiankun was undoubtedly a rare genius. But in terms of character, he was an absolute scourge. A man like him was a threat to everyone as long as he drew breath — death would be best for all.
Yan Xie, on the other hand, was the successor of the Flame Emperor. From his earlier actions, they could tell that Yan Xie was a righteous man — at the very least, he was willing to risk his life for his friends, and he would never bow to his enemy even in the face of death. He had backbone.
Though Yan Xie had no kinship with any of them, deep down, not a single person wished to see him lose.
But… whether he won or lost was something they could only hope for. They were powerless to change it.
"Yan Xie isn't dead!!!"
"Look, everyone — Yan Xie isn't dead!!" Suddenly, someone pointed toward the horizon and cried out in alarm.
"Yan Xie isn't dead?"
"Heavens — Yan Xie really isn't dead."
After that, everyone turned their gazes to the horizon, and when they saw the situation, every person present was overwhelmed with joy — followed quickly by sheer shock.
Yan Xie was indeed alive. Not only alive, but completely unharmed.
And the reason for their shock went beyond that — because standing in front of Yan Xie was another person.
Regardless of who this person was, the fact that they could appear before Yan Xie at a moment like this meant they were no ordinary individual.
"Heavens, has he lost his mind? What is he doing over there?" Among the crowd, La Jiao, Da Luobo, and Xiao Luobo were the ones most startled.
Unlike the others, their reaction wasn't curiosity — it was worry.
Because the person standing before Yan Xie was none other than Chu Feng, wearing a bamboo hat.
Of course, in their eyes, this person was not Chu Feng — just a stranger in a straw hat.
"If you want to kill him, you're not qualified." Chu Feng spoke slowly, his tone neither light nor heavy, yet every word carried weight.
"Oh? Another friend of Chu Feng's? It seems Chu Feng has quite the collection of friends."
"But it doesn't matter. One to kill or two to kill — same thing. I've made up my mind. Today, aside from my three junior brothers and the people from the Heavenly Dao Residence, everyone here is going to die." Zhan Qiankun laughed coldly, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes.
It was true ruthlessness — the kind that killed without blinking, that regarded human life as nothing more than grass.
Upon hearing his words, every person tensed up, then turned pale with horror. Zhan Qiankun was going on a massacre — and he meant to kill them, mere bystanders?
They were innocent! They were all innocent onlookers. No matter what, he had no reason to kill them.
Wait — that wasn't quite right. Jin Wei'e and the others were Zhan Qiankun's junior brothers. After all, they shared the same master's title. Even if they weren't on good terms, it made sense that he wouldn't kill them.
But why wouldn't he kill the people from the Heavenly Dao Residence either? Was there some connection between the Heavenly Dao Residence and Zhan Qiankun?
In truth, that was exactly what the people from the Heavenly Dao Residence were wondering. They knew full well that the Heavenly Dao Residence had absolutely no ties to the Five Great Evildoers — and therefore no connection to Zhan Qiankun.
So they couldn't figure out why Zhan Qiankun wouldn't kill them.
Could it be that because they hadn't attacked him earlier, Zhan Qiankun felt grateful? That was the only possibility they could think of.