Bitterly Disappointed

Rumble...

Amid a thunderous explosion, the enormous golden mountain, together with the four figures, was crushed into the depths of the desert.

The desert shook, dunes rose and fell, and dull roars continued to rumble from underground.

Only after quite a while did all the tremors subside.

Yuan Ming's enormous dharma manifestation dissipated, and several roots of the Undying Tree slowly withdrew from the ground, dragging out four black-robed cultivators whose bodies were covered in tatters.

Of the four, only the tall cultivator still had any breath left. The other three had been drained of all life force in an instant, reduced to three shriveled corpses.

Without a word, Yuan Ming hauled him up, pressed two fingers against his brow, and began forcibly searching his soul.

In no more than a moment, he had figured out this group's identities.

They were known as the Black River Four Evils, four rogue Void Return Stage cultivators infamous throughout the southern regions of the Central Continent. They made their living through murder and plunder, and not one of them had died unjustly.

This time, they had ambushed Yuan Ming because they had accepted a mission from the Setting Sun Sect.

Wei Ling had been the one who dealt with them directly. Thus, his earlier proposal to split up had all been part of the plan. Only by acting separately could they clear themselves of suspicion.

"Senior, we were merely carrying out a job for money. You have already killed three of my brothers. Could you show mercy and spare my life? The four of us have accumulated quite a few assets. So long as you leave me alive, I am willing to offer them all to you," the tall black-robed cultivator said after steadying himself.

Yuan Ming turned a deaf ear to his