After killing that troublesome West Kongtong disciple, Ye Rong turned and left without even taking an extra look.
In his eyes, these West Kongtong disciples were nothing more than the upper limit of Qingcheng Refining Qi Formula and Qingcheng Sword Technique levels. Killing two would let him exchange for one more level. He had already wasted enough time and couldn't afford any delays.
"Hey! Your getup is certainly eye-catching, bro. Are you going to participate in the 200th China's Got Talent?"
Chief Master slashed a sword light into the chest of a five-colored West Kongtong clothed player, sending him back to the respawn point.
After deliberately picking easy-looking targets, his accumulation of merits sped up significantly.
With several screams, Chief Master had already gained six merit points, enough to raise his Qingcheng Sword Technique by three levels.
