Closing the Net

"Master is dead!"

"Master was killed by the Fangtooth Ghost!"

"Second Senior Brother is dead too..."

The apprentice disciples outside the door stood at the alley entrance, staring at the corpses sprawled across the courtyard as all the color drained from their faces.

Some retreated a few steps, their backs pressing against the wall before they could barely steady themselves; others kept their mouths open, their throats seemingly blocked by something as they failed to utter a complete sound.

The three words Fangtooth Ghost rolled over and over in their minds, grinding their last shred of wishful thinking into powder.

Afterward, more disciples arrived in a steady succession.

The moment they saw the sight of their master lying dead on the ground, their fighting spirit instantly vanished completely, and they obediently left Shadow Wolf Martial Hall.

Cheng Yang estimated the time, figuring half an incense stick was almost burnt down.

He carried Broken Stream and walked toward the interior of the martial hall.

He was a man of his word.

He had given the disciples of Shadow Wolf Martial Hall half an incense stick to evacuate, and now the time was up; if they were still in the martial hall, they could not blame him for being ruthless and cruel.

Sure enough, under his search, there were still a few disciples inside the martial hall harboring wishful thinking.

Cheng Yang did not hold back, raising his hand and bringing down his blade.

Afterward, he groped around Shadow Wolf Martial Hall for a while and found the stance art and Force Tempering mental cultivation method of Shadow Wolf Martial Hall.

Having finished doing this, he felt for a flint lighter from his bosom and blew it bright.

The firelight danced on his fingertip for a moment, and then he tossed it