Shen Qing remained impassive.
Shang Jin had an ominous premonition and hurriedly shouted a warning, "Be careful!"
But in the next moment, before he could grasp what was happening, his vision blurred and he saw Shen Qing had already charged to the front of those men, drawing his dagger at his waist.
That dagger was so bright, so fast!
There was a muffled thud.
The martial master at the forefront felt the world spin suddenly, and in a daze, it seemed as though he saw his own headless corpse.
Not just him, but several of his companions' necks also squirted out columns of blood simultaneously, as three huge heads soared into the air.
Before the blood could splatter, Shen Qing's figure shifted, retreating in time.
Gurgle, gurgle.
Several huge heads tumbled and rolled on the ground in the forest.
Streams of blood-red Evil Qi rose from the bodies and seeped into the Merit Stone nestled in Shen Qing's chest.
The blood-red Evil Qi on the Merit Stone grew a few shades darker.
