The moment Lin Qingfeng was out of the coffin, he flicked his wrist, and the Fate-Seeking Silk looped around Dong Changsheng's neck yanked taut.
WHOOSH! An immense force dragged Dong Changsheng over from a distance, and he fell helplessly before Lin Qingfeng.
He stared at the scorched earth, his body still trembling uncontrollably, but a stubborn light shone in his eyes as he searched all around.
It seemed he wanted to find some trace of the Sect Leader, Xuanyuan—a drop of blood or a speck of ash—amidst the ruins.
Lin Qingfeng watched him, his mind racing, scheming.
'How can I make this guy feel eternally indebted to the Celestial Furnace Sect?'
'I've got it! I'll just borrow that old bastard's lines from the Celestial Furnace Sect!'
With the script worked out in his head, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and brought it down in a solid slap across Dong Changsheng's face!
