In a moment of chilling fear, he already had no regard for his friendship of several decades. He leaped slightly and soared to the sky. As his body left the forest like a rocket, he caught a glimpse of his remaining two brothers. Their faces were filled with terror as well but as they turned to run away, a streak of dark light flashed by and their heads were explosively blown apart.
No, there's no time
With this speed, he definitely could not escape.
The middle-aged man's face drastically changed as he quickly shouted.
"Fellow Daoist, stop! I can give you double what Gu Li can!"
"No, I'll give you everything I have."
Before his death, the middle-aged cultivator had no other option, even saying some redundant words to the robbing cultivators. Because after he was killed, everything on his body would naturally belong to Han Yi. There was no question of giving or not giving.
Mid-air, the dark light paused.
"Gu Li?" a doubtful voice echoed from the forest below.
