Li Changhao’s body flew out a few dozen meters before his head suddenly exploded. Red liquid splashed.

“Long Chen, you contemptible traitor, how dare you use spiritual witchcraft to force someone to lie and set up people. You really are inferior even to beasts.” A voice filled with disdain suddenly rang out.

People hastily looked in that direction, seeing a man standing atop a huge black leopard.

“Feng Xiao-zi.”

Long Chen’s pupils shrank slightly. While he had been forcing Li Changhao to tell the truth with his Spiritual Strength, he had suddenly sensed that Li Changhao’s soul had been ignited and he had hastily thrown him out.

Perhaps the only person who would have been able to do that was a skillful soul cultivator like Feng Xiao-zi.

Behind Feng Xiao-zi were dozens of people, each of them riding a huge Magical Beast and looking icily at Long Chen and the others.

“Senior apprentice-brother Feng, what are you doing?” Meng Qi walked over to Long Chen’s side furiously saying, “Long Chen was forcing that person to tell the truth. Why would you try and frame a good man?”

“Frame a good man? What kind of good man does Long Chen count as? Furthermore, I hereby use my status as junior pavilion master to order...