When the other disciples of the Beast Tamer Holy Gate saw what happened to their senior brother, the blood drained from their faces as they followed behind the patrol guards obediently.

A bitter smile formed on Huang Xiaolong’s face when he saw Yu Fujiang’s end. After looking at the half-dead figure being dragged across the street by the guards, Grand Hall Master Wu Ge’s introduction of Du Zhenjun came to mind. He had heard about how Du Zhenjun was a demon-like existence who killed anyone who got in his way. But now, he finally witnessed a part of that blood-thirst for himself.

Of course, it didn’t matter too much to him. They had sealed their fates when they acted against him for the Nine Colored Fox Phoenix. If the matter blew up, the Holy Lands Alliance wouldn’t dare to utter a peep. 

“Senior Du Zhenjun, shall we leave?”...