The store is filled with coffins of all kinds, large and small.

Chen Dong looked around and chose a black nanmu coffin of the highest quality.

Chen Dong pushed open the coffin lid, placed Deacon Huang inside, and then closed the lid.

"Shopkeeper, how much does it cost?" Chen Dong asked seriously.

"No...no money..." The shopkeeper trembled.

Chen Dong sighed, took out a handful of gold coins, no matter how many there were, and placed them on the table next to him.

Then, he picked up the coffin and walked outside.

Of course he could put it into the storage ring, but he didn't do that.

He wants Butler Huang to return to Qingyun Temple with dignity.

But as soon as he stepped out of the coffin shop, many people surrounded him, at least dozens of them, holding various weapons in their hands.

"Are you Chen Dong?" One of the leaders sneered: "Introduction, I am Feibao Tower of Xiaoxiang City..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Dong's hand suddenly waved forward.

Wu Wang's sword flew out with a "whoosh" sound and pierced the throat of the speaker.

The man didn't even realize what was going on. A bloody hole suddenly appeared on his throat, and then he fell to the ground with a "boom".

There was another "whoosh", and Wu Wangjian returned to Chen Dong's hand.

The person who spoke is actually not weak at all. He is the owner of Feibao Tower in Xiaoxiang City and is a second-level psychic.

Information about Chen Dong has been circulated in major Feibao Towers for a long time. Tao Qingyu issued a death order. Once Chen Dong is seen, he will be killed without mercy.

Chen Dong flew into Xiaoxiang City unscrupulously, and of course he was immediately noticed by spies from Feibao Tower.

They knew that Chen Dong was quite powerful and planned to besiege him.

But Chen Dong didn't give them this chance at all, and took the life of the owner of Feibao Tower.

When the other killers from Feibao Tower saw this, they immediately panicked and fled in all directions.

Chen Dong used Qi to control the sword again, and the King Wu's sword flew out with a "whoosh" sound, wandering back and forth in the narrow streets, killing seven or eight people in an instant.

At this moment, he was like an emotionless killing machine.

I also wanted to kill other people, but unfortunately they all ran away.

Wu Wangjian returned to Chen Dong's hands.

"It shouldn't be bad to have so many people buried with you..." Chen Dong gently stroked Deacon Huang's coffin.

The people around him were already screaming and running away.

Looking at the corpses lying around, Chen Dong remained expressionless, carrying the coffin containing Deacon Huang, he quickly rose into the sky and flew out.

Normally, Chen Dong would definitely take good care of these guys, including internal energy, spiritual stones, and storage rings.

But now, he is no longer in the mood.
Chapter completed!