The woman in red was dead. Despite the martial arts prowess she showed, which had left Hu Chunyang in awe, she had been thrown off the cliff with the power of a single punch from the man named Xing Tian, and let out a piercing scream as she fell.
"Why, why kill her?"
Hu Chunyang's voice shook slightly, as did his entire body. To him, Xiao Qiang, who didn't even bother to inquire about the identity of others, was nothing but a bloodthirsty killer, devoid of any sentiment or mercy towards women. Most people, when faced with such a beautiful woman, would at least feel a twinge of compassion, wouldn't they?
