Murong Xuanji looked at Wei Chen with sharp eyes. His expression and demeanor were calm, as if everything were under his control.
"Are you the one who killed my people?" he asked, repeating the question and ignoring Wei Chen's earlier words as if they were beneath his consideration.
"You're ignoring my question? Fine. If you want to know that badly, I'll tell you," Wei Chen said, not minding that Murong Xuanji ignored him.
"Your people? I only killed one of them." Wei Chen raised an index finger to signify the number.
Murong Xuanji looked around the area. There were thousands of corpses wearing the uniforms of his clan's warriors, including ordinary warriors, death warriors, experts, and even protectors.
"What about the rest? Who killed them?" he asked.
