Liam tilted his head as he watched the light drain from the Border Guard's eyes.
Blood foamed in the man's mouth, sliding down Liam's wet blade and slumping limp on the tower.
Liam pulled back his blade, flicked it, and shifted his attention to the other towers.
All of the Border Guards had been killed, slumped limp on the earth-made towers or grimly decapitated.
Meanwhile, the three disciples gave Liam a sneaky side glance.
They noticed a dark glimmer in Liam's multi-colored eyes when he killed the Border Guard.
Was it intrigue?
Or enjoyment?
They couldn't tell, and they didn't dwell on the morbid idea any further.
Liam stored the man's body in his ring, taking out the man's space ring and storing it.
'If I give them the ring, they probably won't care about the bodies,' Liam thought, feeling a bit hopeful to eat more than 28 Rank 3 cultivators.
Krel looked at Liam from the distance, sending him a knowing nod.
