Before long, Chen Xiaofan had wiped out every last disciple of the Qingshi Sect, leaving none alive.
Looking at the bloody scene, Chen Xiaofan murmured calmly, "People like you deserved to die. You brought this upon yourselves!"
Without hesitation, Chen Xiaofan turned and left to rendezvous with Zhuangyuan Lang, because he still had to settle the score with the bandit leader.
Meanwhile, the severely wounded bandit leader lay motionless on the grass, seemingly unconscious.
Even so, Zhuangyuan Lang still did not dare approach the bandit leader. Though he hated the bandit deeply, he was not confident he could handle him.
As the saying went, a camel starved to death was still bigger than a horse. Even injured, the bandit leader would still have the upper hand if he fought Zhuangyuan Lang.
Thus, Zhuangyuan Lang thought it was better to avoid trouble than invite it. He would wait until his Benefactor, Chen Xiaofan, returned before dealing with the bandit leader.
At that moment, the bandit leader glared viciously at Zhuangyuan Lang. He believed he had fallen into such a miserable state entirely because of Zhuangyuan Lang. If not for him, how could Chen Xiaofan have beaten him so badly?
At that thought, the bandit leader's heart filled with fury and resentment. He ground his teeth, his eyes flashing with savage light as though they might spit fire. He wished he could rush over at once and kill that detestable Zhuangyuan Lang with his own hands, to ease the hatred in his heart.
Gritting his teeth, he fumbled around his waist with great difficulty for a long while before finally finding a sharp dagger.
Although he was badly injured and could barely move, he believed he could still use this dagger to deliver a fatal blow to Zhuangyuan Lang.
When Zhuangyuan Lang