Long Chen slapped Qi Xin unconscious with a single palm. With his bone blade on his shoulder, he then dragged Qi Xin by his hair down the mountain.

Wilde put his club back on his back and followed closely behind him. That huge club didn’t seem heavy at all to him.

Even once the two of them had left, everyone was still speechless. Although they hadn’t known Long Chen for long, it seemed he had completely changed after returning from his exile.

He was now like a rust-covered blade that had been unsheathed and polished, revealing its domineering sharp side.

And those ruthless killing blows of his gave them such a sense of pressure that they were completely intimidated. They didn’t even have a desire to fight back.

One hand holding his bone blade, one hand dragging the unconscious Qi Xin; Long Chen’s domineering image would forever be imprinted in their memories.

Today, Qi Xin had invited Gu Yang and Lei Qianshang over to drink and had told the two of them what he had secretly done.

From the patrolling disciples that had gone outside, he had learned that Little Snow’s tracks had been found outside the monastery. But Little Snow only roamed around randomly and didn’t fight...