Neither of the two Black Robe men was spared.
They died on the spot.
Qin Tiannan and Jian Chaomian stared in stunned silence at Lu Chang'sheng in white.
What they hadn't expected was this—
To Lu Chang'sheng, facing those so-called high-latitude realm cultivators, who seemed like gods in their eyes, was as easy as raising a finger.
In fact, the two Black Robes didn't have a chance to fight back.
Lu Chang'sheng killed them instantly.
It looked effortless—
As if crushing two ants beneath his fingers.
Seeing this, Qin Tiannan, after his initial daze, couldn't help but feel a surge of comfort swell in his heart.
He thought of the Chang'sheng from the past, the one who would always hide away in the Cottage, unwilling to take on disciples, shrugging off any sort of training or trials. Now, he stood unshakable, his pillar of strength.
