They couldn’t see the face since the entire head was covered in a helmet. However, the helmet was badly damaged now. The head rolled in front of them.

After that, space twisted, and Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue appeared behind Long Chen. Their bone swords were then sheathed on their backs once more, their movements identical. Now, the atmosphere grew tense.

Tuo Ming’s subordinates, as well as the ones brought by the hatchet wielder, gulped. They were dumbfounded. Their leaders were dead, so they had no idea what to do.

“It seems that I overestimated Tuo Ming. He didn’t even last half an incense stick’s worth of time. How disappointing.” Long Chen shook his head as if Tuo Ming had let him down. He had actually made such a grave misjudgment with his estimate.

“Alright, it’s now up to you. You all have two...