Master Xiūmù

From the moment Zhang Tie made his move to the moment he returned, only five or six breaths had passed. Not to mention the cultivators below who had just climbed to their feet—even Xiaoyao Nian, who was not far from him, was utterly shocked!

"Spare us, Senior! Spare us! We failed to recognize greatness! As long as Senior..." Several bandit cultivators dropped to their knees with thuds upon hearing Zhang Tie's words, kowtowing and begging for mercy without end.

In the brief gap while they spoke, a streak of clear green light suddenly shot out from Xiaoyao Nian's sleeve like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it arrived before them.

Before anyone could react, the green light pierced through the brows of the two men with the highest cultivation at astonishing speed. They did not even have time to let out a scream before collapsing straight to the ground, clearly dead.

The others were frightened out of their wits. Screaming in terror, they turned and tried to flee. But how could they possibly outrun that streak of green light? Like a ghostly shadow, it pursued them relentlessly and pierced through each of them in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the people who had just been speaking all lay in pools of blood. The scene fell deathly silent.

Yet the green light did not stop. It continued shooting forward, its target unexpectedly being the two rescued managers of the merchant vessel. They watched the green light fly toward them in terror, their hearts filled with despair.

However, just as it was about to strike them, it suddenly paused in midair, then turned and flew back.

Only then did the two look closely and realize that the green light was actually a green, bead-shaped treasure.

"Truly unlucky. Those