Upon hearing Cheng Gong's chilling tone, several Fierce Cloud Sect disciples present were visibly shaken.
Recalling the fate of those who had previously offended Cheng Gong, all of whom were dead or maimed, a sense of schadenfreude filled their hearts.
For a worthless Xuanyuan Sect member to so brazenly offend them and injure their comrades—
It was simply courting death!
The green-clothed youth injured by Luo Cheng spoke nervously, "Senior Brother Chen, that Yan Qingshuang..."
Cheng Gong brushed off his sleeves and coldly snorted, "Relax. They're probably just ordinary friends. With the Outer Sect Annual Tournament around the corner, they'll naturally part ways soon. You keep an eye on that brat; make sure he doesn't slip away unnoticed!"
"Senior Brother Cheng Gong, rest assured. With us watching him, he won't escape even with wings!"
Two Fierce Cloud Sect disciples responded affirmatively and turned to leave.
On another street.
