The Profound Shadow Holy Temple was silent as a grave.
Feng Wuchen's words seemed to have taken them by surprise.
Or perhaps, it left everyone in the Profound Shadow Holy Temple dumbfounded.
Was Feng Wuchen here to joke around?
Did he know where this place was?
"Who is this lunatic? Does he have a death wish?"
"Has this kid been kicked in the head by a donkey? How dare he speak like that to our Hall Master and the elders!"
"I've been in the Profound Shadow Holy Temple for so many years, and I've never seen anyone more arrogant than this kid. Does he even know what he's saying?"
"No matter who this kid is, killing someone from our Profound Shadow Holy Temple means he is dead today."
Disciples of the Profound Shadow Holy Temple looked at Feng Wuchen as if he were an idiot, believing he was courting death.
Feng Wuchen had killed the guards of the Profound Shadow Holy Temple, and in their view, it was impossible for him to leave alive.
