At this moment, Dugu Yan had already roped in the prodigies of the Vajra Sect, Luoyue Sect, Bengshan Sect, and other major sects, gathering a squad of over twenty people.
So now, when they laid eyes on Lin Chang'sheng, their hearts were already burning with murderous intent.
In his view, Lin Chang'sheng was just a lone man, while their numbers were overwhelming, including no shortage of Middle Stage Void Refining prodigies.
To wipe out Lin Chang'sheng was simply a walk in the park.
"You son of a bitch, your death day has come!"
Dugu Yong, now missing an arm, stared coldly at Lin Chang'sheng, his eyes full of venom.
That broken arm of his was severed by Lin Chang'sheng himself—this was a grudge he had to settle.
Off to the side, several disciples of the Vajra Sect also fixed icy gazes on Lin Chang'sheng.
They were convinced that their Elder's disappearance had everything to do with Lin Chang'sheng.
