"You killed them?" One of the men in his twenties was staggered as he looked at the young boy with a cold face and a guarded look, with incredulity in his eyes.
This kid didn't look more than ten years old or so, did he? He actually killed that one-eyed dragon?
Hao'er stared at the three people in front of him, a dark glint flashed by his eyes. Of these three, two were mid Foundation Establishment cultivators, and a middle-aged man side was a Golden Core cultivator.
He pondered in his mind for a while, and under the probing and dismayed gazes of those three, he swept over the badges on the mercenary uniforms on their chests and spoke, "You are mercenaries?"
