However, with just one finger, Luo Chen made him retreat!
"Has the little brother from the past grown to a point beyond my comprehension?"
Wang Yuan murmured to himself, fully realizing the gap between him and Luo Chen.
...
The stench of blood filled the air, with devastation all around.
This was the current Baili Qingchuan.
No longer was it the picturesque land, abundant with herbs.
Yet Luo Chen walked among it, a smile on his face, as if in extremely high spirits.
Ling Fengzi followed behind him, absent-minded, with wounds on his chest and abdomen still hideous but no longer bleeding, temporarily posing no threat.
When Luo Chen reached the banks of the Black Water River, he looked up at the head of the Nine Chanter Deer, severed by the Yuan Tu Sword, and stopped.
"Ling Fengzi, do you have any surviving disciples from the Piaomiao Sect?"
