Watching Feng Jian be nailed to death on the gambling table, everyone fell silent.
Who would dare imagine that Feng Jian, even having the backing of the Black Nether Sacred Land, would still be killed?
If it were any other power, even the Shi Family or Sky Sun Sacred Land, they might have shown some respect.
But the young man in front of them was utterly unhesitant, showing neither Feng Family nor Black Nether Sacred Land any regard, and simply killed Feng Jian like slaughtering a chicken.
For some inexplicable reason.
At this moment, someone couldn't help but shiver, fear creeping into their heart.
They felt that despite the young man being only an Early Stage Heavenly Monarch, he possessed an unimaginable aura.
For many present, figures like Feng Jian were usually towering figures, people they needed to look up to, forces to be revered as they could easily squash them with just a finger.
"Heh, digging his own grave."
