“Today, the weather is excellent, perfect for killing people,” said Long Chen.

“Fuck, that’s a bit too implausible, isn’t it?” Mo Nian was dumbfounded. Because the weather was good, he would kill people?

“Do you care if it’s implausible? Ask those idiots down there, do the people secretly targeting your Mo family need to give a reason?” Long Chen pointed at Luo Yingxiong.

This time, Long Chen didn’t conceal his voice at all. Practically the entire street heard him clearly. Those countless spectators were dumbfounded.

“Hahaha, this Long Chen really is interesting.” Mo Yi couldn’t help laughing upon seeing Long Chen and Mo Nian flushed with excitement.

“This little fellow Long Chen really doesn’t know the meaning of fear. Back then, he was only at the Tendon Transformation realm and still dared to charge into the first monastery on his own, treating over a hundred Xiantian experts as nothing more than air,” praised Mo Yunshan.

That memory was still deeply imprinted in his mind. That kind of heroism was truly worthy of admiration.

That was something unrelated to cultivation...