These villagers, no matter how arrogant, had never seen such methods as Chen Tang's. They were all stunned and didn't dare step forward.
The few who shouted the loudest in the crowd just now were now silent as chickens, hanging their heads low, afraid to meet Chen Tang's gaze.
Hong Qinhu, having witnessed Chen Tang's methods, was momentarily stunned, then a bright light appeared in his eyes.
His grandfather had long told him about the martial arts in the Jianghu, with characters who could soar high and possess immense power. Today, truly witnessing it, he realized the awe-inspiring strength and couldn't help but yearn for it.
"Ah!"
At that moment, a piercing howl came from outside the door.
"The witch is here!"
The crowd scattered, and not far away, an old woman with a face full of wrinkles slowly rose from beside the corpses of the three Wang brothers, holding a cane, walking towards them, glaring viciously at Chen Tang.
"Devil!"
