The sword glinted, and two heads rolled to the ground.
Even at this moment, Han Feng still hadn't collapsed. His eyes stared in disbelief at Luo Cheng, his throat producing a guttural choking sound.
Clang!
Luo Cheng sheathed his sword, looking at Han Feng indifferently. "It seems you aren't qualified to make me reconsider my choice."
Han Feng's eyes widened. Whether it was regret or unwillingness, no one knew, but he fell to the ground lifeless.
Luo Cheng didn't dare dally. Who knew how many people that scoundrel Huang Shang's scream had drawn here? He swiftly looted the people's belongings.
The others didn't carry much on them.
Servant disciples had limited income to begin with, and with the resources they needed for cultivation, they were naturally far from wealthy.
Han Feng, however, was carrying over a hundred Essence Energy Pills!
It seemed that in his daily life, he hadn't been shy about extorting other servant disciples.
