Fu Jingyuan stood there, his expression calm. It could not be seen at all that he had just coldly killed a dozen over people.
Everyone's expressions were ashen. He was ranked 62nd on the Galaxy Network, so strong that they could only despair.
If this kind of elite wanted to kill them, how would they be able to stop him?
Even Tang Rong's pretty face was pale. Firstly, her abilities were outmatched, and secondly, in terms of background, he had the Holy Land as his backer, so there was absolutely no need for him to take the Tang Clan to heart.
More importantly, this was the Island of the Sky. After entering, they had lost contact with the outside world. As long as they were silenced, there was no way others could find the murderer.
In this place, Fu Jingyuan was like a fish in water. He could fully display his murderous nature, and have no scruples.