Awful Mess

"Ugh!" The dragon-headed man was stunned. His pupils dilated, and cracks spread from his head to his crotch.

The wound was smooth and tight, and no blood flowed out.

He Chuan did not look at the corpse. His lips moved slightly as if he was transmitting a message to someone else.

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Footsteps sounded. A middle-aged man with white hair and wings walked in quickly.

"Sir, this is…" Nether Earth said in astonishment when he saw this scene.

"Follow me to a place and inform the Xingyue sisters to gather at the Golden Palace. Only the two of them are needed. If the conditions permit, call Jiang Ming along."

He Chuan transformed into a dragon-headed man and left under everyone's watchful eyes.

"We'll have to put on a lot of acting this time." He Chuan sighed deeply.

If this news spread, they would die without a burial place because the other cooperating forces would pounce on them.