The remaining twelve Saints watched Chen Jixian approach, hammer in hand. Several of them panicked and began to retreat, but Gong Shuxu assured them, "Don't worry, we won't really kill you." Whether it was true or not, the Saints believed him.
Only Colin still gritted his teeth, glaring furiously at Chen Jixian. Chen Jixian didn't bother with words and casually grabbed him, dragging him back.
The Tall-heads were huge in stature, but in Chen Jixian's hands, Colin was like a small chicken seized by an eagle.
Chen Jixian threw Colin in front of Chen Gu. Meanwhile, Gong Shuxu was chatting amicably with the other Saints, like a friendly neighbor. "Who taught you these spiritual power techniques? They're pretty good, much cleverer than your original ones."
