Chapter 668 Mr. Goodwell, Hold On

• Compared to Mu Zhenjun, the elders of the Soulherders Sect—like Yuan Baniang and her crew—weren’t any better than their sect master. If anything, they were worse.
• Right now, every one of them stood frozen in place, scared stupid. Their mouths opened and closed for ages, and they still couldn’t squeeze out a full sentence.
• Seeing their shocked, horrified faces, Eric Goodwell felt zero pity. His right hand clenched again. He drove the same punch straight down at the crown of the six who’d come with Yuan Baniang.