After venting his inner rage, Chen Shouyi left quickly without much killing.
After walking a kilometer or two, he heard the footsteps of the Church patrol again.
With a light leap, he grabbed the window of the second floor facing the street.
Once the patrol passed underneath and gradually moved away, he lightly jumped down again.
Watching the distant group of figures, a chill flashed in Chen Shouyi's eyes:
"The Church, priests, and patrols! Clearly, Dongning has completely fallen under the control of the God of Hunting. I just don't know whether the God of Hunting is here. If so, it would be dangerous."
Though he was powerful, against the Barbarian God, even a Martial Artist was not much better than an ant—at most, a larger ant.
"I hope my luck isn't that bad!"
Chen Shouyi withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace.
