There was information on thirty-seven people in the brown paper bag. Wang Tianming had just died.

Long Yi took out the information of the rest of the people one by one.

"Bai Zhiping, head of the East Star Holy Reward Hall, peak Yellow Rank."

"Liu Mingshan, leader of the East Star Holy Cult's assassination team, early Xuan level."

"Zhang Pingchuan..."

As Long Yi called out the names one by one, the atmosphere in the villa became increasingly quiet, so quiet that one could even hear a pin drop.

The faces of the people in the East Star Holy Sect were becoming increasingly gloomy.

"Oh, by the way, one copy of Wang Tianming's is missing. I just killed him." Long Yi said.

Because Long Yi was wearing a mask, everyone couldn't see Long Yi's face clearly. They could only see from his eyes that there was a smile in his eyes, a smile burning with madness.

"Enough!" Chen Xuance shouted coldly.

He stared at Long Yi, "Which sect on the mountain are you from? Why are you trying to pick a fight with our Eastern Star Holy Sect?"

Seeing that the other party had so much information about him, Chen Xuance's face became so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out.

Long Yi smiled and said, "You, don't deserve to know."

"You are so ignorant. Even if you found our information, you will still die now, right?" Chen Xuance waved his hand with a sneer.

The group of East Star Holy Sect disciples behind him had already formed a formation with sneers on their faces.

In an instant, the entire villa began to shake continuously, and the walls of the villa were distorted like paper.

Woo woo woo!

A series of shrill cries came from all directions around Long Yi.