When Long Chen appeared, everyone saw how dark his expression was. With his bone blade resting against his shoulder, his right hand was holding a person’s hair, and he was dragging him like he was a dead dog.

Behind Long Chen was the giant Wilde who wielded a five-meter-long spiked club. The pressure he gave off was like he was some humongous divinity, making it hard for them to breathe.

Most shocking of all was that the person Long Chen was dragging was completely deformed. His limbs were bent and broken in many places.

“Qi Xin, it’s Qi Xin!” Some people finally let out startled cries when they recognized the person he was dragging. It was the core disciple Qi Xin!

Seeing Qi Xin like this, people gasped. A core disciple, an existence that most of them could only look up to, had been turned into this state.

Ignoring the bystanders, he walked in front of everyone and threw Qi Xin to the ground. He said to his people:

“Today, I have something to ask of my brothers. But this matter could affect your position within the monastery, and you might even be expelled-” started Long Chen...