"The Leng Household escaped. Send people to find them. Whether it's nearby counties or Skycloud City, you must find them for me!"
Long Teng's eyes were bloodshot as he issued orders to the subordinates beside him, word by word.
"Use the Chamber of Commerce's connections and post bounties throughout the city.
Anyone who provides clues about fist-art experts or old acquaintances recently contacted by the Leng Household will be rewarded a thousand taels of silver.
If anyone in the Chamber of Commerce refuses to cooperate, tell them that Long Teng has lost his legitimate son and ask whether they can bear the brunt of my wrath."
"Yes, Patriarch."
Long Teng carried Long Qian into the carriage, his thoughts churning like stormy waves.
Why investigate martial artists who specialized in fist techniques?
At a glance, he could tell that Long Qian had died after his heart meridian was shattered by a single punch.
The opponent had to be a fist-art expert.
Whether you were someone the Leng Household hired from outside or an old acquaintance of the Leng Household within the city.
You would always leave behind some traces.
You killed my son. You must die!
At this moment, Zhou Muyun, the instigator behind it all, was still calmly practicing his fists at the martial hall.
Only Yan Qing, Li Qingliang, and Leng Ni knew that he had broken through to Blood Exchange.
No matter how the Dragon Household investigated, they would never trace it back to him.
Even taking ten thousand steps back, even if Leng Ni and the others were still found.
The best course now was to work hard and raise his strength.
Through last night's battle, he had gained a new understanding of his own power.
With the Seven-Colored Glazed Body's enhancement, he could probably fight