"Junior Brother Zhan... Junior Brother Zhan..."
Little Dragon's grief-stricken fury burned and boiled.
Junior Brother Zhan, cradled in his arms, took one last look at Chen Dong before his eyes slowly closed and he breathed his last.
He was dead.
Chen Dong himself was at the first stage of Meridian Opening Realm.
His treasured sword had already begun to take the shape of a flying sword.
On top of that, he had struck with the resolve to kill.
There had been no suspense whatsoever. That single thrust had taken Junior Brother Zhan's life in an instant.
Even Little Dragon would probably have been unable to escape that doom.
"Junior Brother Zhan, lie here for a moment. I'll bring you Chen Dong's head to honor your wrongfully slain soul."
Little Dragon wiped the tears from the corners of Junior Brother Zhan's eyes and gently laid him on the ground.
When he turned back, his rumbling killing intent surged outward, blotting out the sky.
His cultivation at the second stage of Meridian Opening Realm utterly overwhelmed Chen Yang.
"Why?"
"Why did you want to kill me?"
"Could it be that the Old Master never killed Grandpa Pang at all, that you meddled behind the scenes to slander and implicate him, and you're the Demon Cave Spy?"
Little Dragon drove his flying sword, making it hum as it pointed at the trembling Chen Dong.
"Chen Dong, I knew you resented me, and I knew you wanted to be the captain, but I never imagined you'd try to kill me behind my back. Still less did I imagine you'd kill the person I respected most and splash that filthy water on the Old Master. You... have you been bought off by the Demon Sect too?"
It was clear that Little Dragon was truly heartbroken