Chapter 382
“He’s dead… Liu Shayang is dead!”
“It turns out that Jiang Chen wasn’t serious in the first place, either. Horrifying.”
“Are the current geniuses all so dreadful?”
“He makes the Hero Palace worthy of the name.”
More than half of the city had witnessed the fight. The results were surprising.
Like Duan Wuhui the day before, Liu Shayang’s dead body also fell onto a roof.
Jiang Chen took a photo of his dead body, intending to go back to the Hero Palace right away, but his right hand still felt numb, so he had to stay.
What’s wrong with me? Do I have a devil inside? Oh no! There are enemies!
Jiang Chen stood up vigilantly. He stopped the flying ship and looked up towards the clouds.
“Since you’re already here, why don’t you show yourself?”
Ten-odd figures appeared from the clouds and stopped around the flying ship immediately.
“Jiang Chen, go to hell!” Their leader was a middle-aged man that looked strange to him. He was sure it was his first time meeting this man, but that pair of eyes was full of hatred.
“Someone said the same thing to me today. In the end, he died,” Jiang Chen answered.
“I know. We were there. More precisely speaking, we, the Zhaos, are based in the Wind Moon City,” the middle-aged man said.
“The Zhaos? I see. Zhao Yajun.” Jiang Chen recalled that one of the six men who had tried to hunt Whitty was called Zhao Yajun.
He had killed this guy in public and attracted trouble.
Some people commented that if he couldn’t finish the task in six months, he would be expelled first, and then the Zhaos would come after him.
He hadn’t expected them to show up at this moment.
“If you were in town, you should know I killed Liu Shayang, and I’m still a member of the Hero Palace,” Jiang Chen said while observing the Zhaos.
The strongest of them was the middle-aged man before him, who was a Venerable. All of the others were top Reaching Heaven States.
“That’s why we’ve chosen to do this outside of town. I can’t allow my son’s killer to live such a great life!” the man said furiously.
“You’re his father. You’re the one to blame for his death. You didn’t teach him how to behave.”
“Shut up! You killed my son for an animal. I’ll cut your dead body into thousands of pieces today!”
“Animal? You should feel lucky that I can sense Whitty is still alive. Otherwise, it would be merciful for me to even bury you with Whitty!”