Elder Qiu and Elder Han left the high platform.
They didn't want to get involved in the conflict between the Zuo Family and Jiang Chen.
They left, sighing endlessly.
"What a shame. A genius is about to fall."
"Born at the wrong time. It's his misfortune to have run into Zuo Siming."
Jiang Chen stood on the platform.
He watched Zuo Siming approach step by step. The sword in the man's hand radiated a brilliant light, and the killing intent in his eyes was incredibly thick.
"My funeral?"
The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth curled as he repeated the words.
Zuo Siming wanted to kill him in front of everyone, driven by humiliation and rage.
But Jiang Chen's expression remained perfectly calm.
It was as if he couldn't feel Zuo Siming's killing intent at all.
"Yes. Your funeral."
"And now, you can die."
After taking a few more steps, Zuo Siming let out a furious roar.
