Jiang Jichen stood in the center, watching them charge at him like a pack of ravenous wolves.
If he were truly just an ordinary genius of the Spirit Infant Realm, the outcome would be obvious—not even dust would remain of him.
A cold, murderous glint flashed in Jiang Jichen's eyes.
Since these people had delivered themselves to his doorstep, seeking death, how could he possibly show mercy?
At that moment, three of them were already upon him.
"You little ant, watch me shatter your head with a single palm strike!"
"You little piece of trash, watch me rip out your heart!"
Two of them spoke with vicious sneers.
But in the next instant, the vicious sneers on their faces froze.
A sudden chill washed over their bodies.
Then, the Late-Stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who had vowed to shatter Jiang Jichen's head discovered his own head exploding apart, his terrified Spirit Infant scrambling to escape.
