Mei Xiuying's Whereabouts

Golden Claw's strength was just like that. With the power of a single demon, it could face a crowd without falling into the slightest disadvantage. Numbers meant nothing before Golden Claw!

This was only the beginning. In the future, Golden Claw would only grow stronger and stronger.

Now that the Black Dragon Cult martial artists were fleeing in panic, Yang Chen did not pursue them. He knew there was no point in chasing them. With so many martial artists, he could not possibly slaughter them all in one go.

Nor was he that kind of brutal person. Since he could not kill them all, Yang Chen simply chose to stop.

Yang Chen had only dealt ruthlessly with Elder Mu, because when facing human scum, ruthless measures were exactly what was needed. Showing mercy would only make such scum more unscrupulous and even more indulgent!

After the Black Dragon Cult martial artists left, Golden Claw let out a resounding roar and promptly burrowed back into the Eight Extremes Flowing River space.

Amid the shattered rocks and rubble, only Yang Chen and Jiang Caiying remained.

Jiang Caiying's clothes were in disarray. After tidying them up a little, she cautiously said, "Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life. May I know your honored name?"

"My name is Wang Zhuihe." Yang Chen had no intention of revealing his true name.

Jiang Caiying's willow eyebrows furrowed. After pondering for a moment, she said, "That should not be your real name. Although you saved me, and I ought to repay you, I always feel that I have seen you somewhere before. I do not know Wang Zhuihe, and I do not think Wang Zhuihe would save me either. Who are you?"

As she spoke, Jiang Caiying suddenly retreated four or five steps, vigilance gradually surfacing in