Li Daoran did not dare to look directly into Luo Chen's eyes and lowered his head involuntarily.

"Those outside the door, if you want to keep the body intact, just commit suicide." Luo Chen put down the teacup.

In fact, many people outside the sect are considered masters, and at least they have dominated one side.

They really want to take action, but they also want to do it in a dignified way.

A giant smiled bitterly, then sighed and looked up to the sky.

Then he raised his palm and hit himself on the forehead.

A corpse fell to the ground!

With the first, there is the second!

Then a third one, and then bang bang bang…

It was all the sound of corpses falling to the ground.

Until the last voice sounded, all the disciples representing 70,000 to 80,000 people had committed suicide!
Chapter completed!