Ling Xiao didn't even look at the bodies of the cold-faced martial artists and others.
Perhaps it was because his killing had been so fierce in the recent days that when these people entered the mountains, they didn't even wear their storage rings, placing all their valuables in the hands of those they trusted.
This cold-faced martial artist was no exception.
With no storage rings on the bodies, he truly had no interest in them whatsoever.
Having killed the cold-faced martial artist, there was still Linglong Fairy to deal with!
Just wait, Linglong Fairy, we will meet again soon, and by that time, your death will have come.
...
Dawn.
Sunlight bathed the earth.
Deep within the Fulong Mountain Range, beneath the sporadic sunlight, a group of people was on the move.
They were martial artists who had come into the mountains to gather herbs, each of them bearing a special mark, afraid of attracting the attention of that murderous Demon Lord.
