The hunting mission was over.
Chen Han had won everything.
Not only had he killed Qian Feng, but he had also used the Half-Beastman heads to win over many disciples with potential. It was a case of killing two birds with one stone.
While Barbaric Bull dealt with Qian Feng, Chen Han's gaze remained fixed on Profound Craft Sect City.
A disciple in a red robe stood atop the city wall, facing Chen Han from afar.
"Hmph!"
The red-robed disciple curled his lip, let out a disdainful snort, then turned and flew into the city.
Only a lingering red afterimage was left in the air.
"Boss, that guy looks a little familiar!" Barbaric Bull craned his neck to look toward the city wall, his eyes narrowing. "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before!"
"Rong Yuan!"
Chen Han sneered, his eyes fixed on the distance.
