Shadow Brake

Wang Tie Zhu stared at Qin He with his eyes wide, dumbfounded.

It knew Qin He possessed an extraordinary appetite and formidable teeth, but throwing someone else's weapon into his mouth to chew was something it had never imagined.

Seeing Wang Tie Zhu standing there with his mouth open, Qin He held the other piece out to him. "Do you want some too?"

"N... no need!" Wang Tie Zhu hurriedly waved his hands.

"Get the chili sauce ready earlier. It has no flavor," Qin He said.

"Uh... yes."

At the same time.

More than six hundred li north of Lin'an City lay a picturesque mountain region, where there was a cultivation sect known as the Three Yang Sect.

It was a somewhat renowned cultivation sect within a hundred li of the area, occupying a fairly decent spiritual-vein treasure ground called Three Yang Cave.

The sect was small, with only twenty or thirty members, and its sect master, True Man Three Yang, possessed merely Wheel Sea Realm strength.

Yet even so, he was an extraordinary presence within a hundred li of the surrounding area.

The villages beyond the city suburbs could not compare with Lin'an's prosperity. A Wheel Sea Realm cultivator was enough to awe an entire region.

After all, Dao Palace Realm cultivators above the Wheel Sea Realm were few and far between across the vast territory of the Great Jing Empire.

Yet at this moment, the Three Yang Sect had been completely replaced by another group of people.

True Man Three Yang, the sect master of the Three Yang Sect, had been tied by the neck and hung from a large tree at the entrance to Three Yang Cave. He swayed back and forth in the wind like a scrap of tattered cloth.

Inside Three Yang Cave, Shadow