Long Chen’s palm moved with lightning speed, killing the woman before the sword even touched him. Suddenly, he clenched his hand, causing the swords held by the disciples to go out of control and slash their own throats.15

Their heads shot into the air, as if the disciples had decided to end their own lives. Other than their leader, senior apprentice-brother Wenjing, the others were all dead.1

Senior apprentice-brother Wenjing gazed at his sword, trembling with fear. He found himself unable to move. Despite being an elite disciple, he was still far from the status of divine sons like Xu Changchuan or Qingwu. To Long Chen, a minor figure like him was no more than an ant. It was even more...0