"Threatening me with a sect that exists in name only? Ridiculous!"
Han Zheng casually tossed Tan Qingzhu's corpse to the side and glanced at the scarlet bloodline that had appeared on his arm. He gave a disdainful sneer.
Over the years, the Demon Cleansing Bureau had been rounding up the Blood Demon Sect, and the Taoist priests of Heavenly Gate would kill any member of the Blood Demon Sect on sight.
There were countless people in the Martial World marked with the Blood Curse of the Blood Demon Sect—whom could they dare take revenge on?
Han Zheng rummaged through Tan Qingzhu's body.
Of course, not because he had any strange proclivities. He'd never laid a hand on her while she was alive, let alone now when she was dead.
What Han Zheng wanted to see was what other valuables Tan Qingzhu had managed to procure from the Zhang Family.
That woman must have deceived many; her personal wealth should be considerable.
However, the result somewhat disappointed Han Zheng.
