When the man heard Chu Qingyun's question, a hint of smug delight flashed in his eyes.
He thought that Chu Qingyun had finally been cowed, unable to handle the pressure, and wanted to settle things privately.
The other twenty-something men thought much the same.
To them, Chu Qingyun was just some brat from the Land of Hundred Dynasties who had only recently joined the sect.
With nearly a hundred Outer Disciples dead in one go, he must be truly panicking, regretting that he'd let things get out of hand.
But how could they have known? Back in the Great Xia Kingdom, Chu Qingyun had personally taken part in a massive war against the Martial Soul Hall.
During the battle of Lianshan County City, nearly a thousand of Great Xia's Small Spirit Realm Guard Generals had died, while the Martial Soul Hall had lost tens of thousands!
After surviving a true bloodbath like that, how could Chu Qingyun possibly be intimidated by the deaths of a mere few dozen Outer Disciples?
