Destroy the corpses, deliver salvation, purify...
Having dealt with the two corpses stored in his storage pouch, Wang Chen quietly slipped back into his secret chamber.
He dispelled the Mighty Strength Art, took off his headband and robe, and finally removed the mask from his face.
Wang Chen returned to his original appearance.
Yet the boiling, surging blood and qi within him did not settle because of this. Instead, it grew even more restless.
He felt that he had not vented to his heart's content at all.
He still wanted to kill!
But reason told Wang Chen that such thoughts were exceedingly dangerous.
The Black-faced Cultivator and the Spirit Planting Hall disciple he had just killed were merely minor figures within the vast Yunyang Sect.
But killing two people in broad daylight on the Land of the Mountain Gate—
Was no different from delivering a resounding slap across the sect's face.
Perhaps the Outer Sect Main Hall had already received word and dispatched disciples from the Punishment and Guard Halls to hunt down the culprit.
If Wang Chen still dared to go out and stir up trouble at a time like this, it would be no different from shoving his own head beneath the blade!
He paced back and forth twice in the secret chamber, forcing himself to calm down.
Something was wrong!
Wang Chen abruptly stopped, a chill of alarm running through his heart.
Cold sweat seeped down his back.
His state of mind was terribly wrong at the moment. He was seized by an intense urge to destroy!
After some thought, Wang Chen lit a burner of sandalwood incense.
He sat cross-legged on the floor and circulated the Five Elements Technique, suppressing the blood and qi still churning within him.
Sandalwood incense could soothe the mind and calm