"Brother Ren, what level is Zhen Wudi?" Qin Daofu rubbed his hands and asked.
"Level one Demigod."
Only level one?
A hint of disappointment flashed across Qin Daofu's eyes when he heard Lin Wudao's words.
"Oh, although it's a little low, he's still a Demigod. After expiating his sins, my strength will increase by quite a bit. It's still quite worthwhile," He rubbed his chin and muttered.
He stared at Zhen Wudi's body, wishing he could immediately expiate the latter's sin.
Compared to him, the Mad Daoist was not as excited.
After examining Zhen Wudi's corpse, he turned his malicious gaze to Feng Xuanlie and the others who were watching from afar.
"Brother Ren, these are all fat sheep. Since they have come, we cannot let them off just like that. Since Ying Xuanzhen has an incomplete divine weapon in his hands, the treasures they have are surely not bad either," The Mad Daoist licked his lips and said.
