Sha Wenlong looked at the head at his feet. The pupil of his remaining left eye trembled, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Organ Refinement, killing Force Transformation?
This was crossing a major realm, not a Minor Realm!
The Yuyang Sect's sect master truly was useless.
The question was...
What about the Witch God Cult?
Why had the Witch God Cult disciples hiding here not made a move?
It was not only Huang Tianrong who had been killed.
After reinforcements arrived, the other sect disciples had either died beneath a flurry of blades on the spot or surrendered without resistance, not daring to struggle in the slightest.
"Commander Chen, you..."
Yu Song was even more unable to believe it.
He had thought something was about to happen, yet Huang Tianrong was the one who had met with disaster...
Blood and qi against force—what kind of concept was that?
After a long while, Sha Wenlong finally calmed himself. "Commander Chen did well. That spy disciple exposed his own identity and nearly let them escape. Fortunately, Commander Chen slew the Yuyang Sect's sect master by his own strength, preventing serious consequences. You have earned the foremost merit in this mission."
"Thank you, General Sha."
Chen Sanshi clasped his fists, expressionless.
"We never colluded with the Witch God Cult!"
A Yuyang Sect disciple roared himself hoarse. "You framed us because you wanted to take the Da Luo River route and collect the money yourselves!"
"You insolent bastard!"
Yu Song went up and kicked him twice, then took out a Vajra Pestle. "Then take a look at this. What is it? It was found in your sect master's room!"
Several disciples stared at the Vajra Pestle, their faces full of disbelief.
This thing was precisely the tool Witch God Cult disciples used to collect heart's