A glint of golden light suddenly burst forth from Yi Chen's hand, instantly evaporating the morning dew and shattering wildflowers.
"Have you ever heard the sound of a brain bursting open?"
Yi Chen raised an arm high, his arm suddenly swelling greatly, a fierce tiger pattern appearing on it.
Huo Jizi and the others only felt darkness before their eyes, and all quickly fell into silence.
In front of Hidden Dragon Temple, Lin Zhengyi's mouth gaped open as he looked at the eight headless corpses, whose necks had sunk into their chests, and he couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb.
He had already explained the situation of the Fiery Fire Sect to Yi Chen yesterday, as well as the followers behind it, but he couldn't have guessed that Yi Chen would act so violently.
"Brother Lin, I have a letter here, please help me find someone to deliver the bodies of these eight men and eight cranes, along with the letter, to the main altar of the Fiery Fire Sect."
