He Chuan acted as if he had just done something insignificant.
He didn't even look at the battle between the Xiantian masters and continued walking towards the Spiritual God Temple with his hands behind his back.
Cai Lian tried her best not to vomit. The two lumps of minced meat were at her feet, and she could feel her stomach churning.
Of course, He Chuan had done this on purpose. Otherwise, the two connate experts of the White Lotus Cult would not even be left with ashes.
He needed to let the palace maid know that some battles were between life and death.
It wasn't something that could be solved with kindness.
Even if He Chuan let the White Lotus Cult off, they would not turn over a new leaf.
Killing them would be the best choice.
In the front yard of Spiritual God Temple.