The minions of the Black Mountain mercenary group became panicked upon seeing this.
However, Lin Chen did not give them a chance. His speed increased, mercilessly slaughtering them one by one on the ground.
Even Fang Xiaolian had never seen Lin Chen in such a frenzied state; she became even more afraid.
"Brother Chen... what's wrong with you..." Fang Xiaolian asked nervously.
Of course, she didn't dare say these words directly. She knew very well that if she spoke them directly, Lin Chen would likely dislike her even more, so she held back.
After killing those minions of the Black Mountain mercenary group, Lin Chen sat directly on the ground.
Covered in blood, he was still immersed in the sorrow of losing Qing Ling.
Fang Xiaolian walked over slowly and put her hand on Lin Chen's shoulder. Immediately, Lin Chen placed the Tianyan Ancient Sword horizontally on Fang Xiaolian's neck, his face murderous.
"It's me, Brother Chen, it's me!" Fang Xiaolian quickly shouted.
