Lin Yong spoke in a cold voice, and the surrounding din immediately ceased. Sweeping his cold gaze over the crowd, his heart was filled with nothing but disappointment. In his past life, when demons ran amok, how united the human race had been against external foes! When encountering injustices, even the weak dared to strike at the strong. How could it be that now, seeing their own compatriots suffer, these people could not even utter a word of help, and were instead speaking on behalf of the wicked?
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the clamor died out abruptly, leaving only occasional faint gasps and the distant, faint sound of the wind. There were still many cultivators among the crowd, including a few young men in the Golden Core Realm. Hearing Lin Yong's words, complex expressions surged onto their faces; shame, embarrassment, and anger intertwined, yet no one could utter a word. They looked at each other in dismay, their eyes flickering with unease and self-reproach. Lin Yong's words pierced straight into their hearts like a sharp awl, ruthlessly exposing their inner cowardice and apathy.
The man in the Huangting Realm tried to speak, but his voice was so weak it was almost carried away by the wind, ultimately turning into a heavy sigh. He suddenly realized that he had rushed over hoping to prevent the incident from happening, but could he really do it? When Lin Yong struck down that guard, he too began to worry about the consequences. Such a person as he—coul…
Chapter 338