"Go."
After Xiang Yang killed Ma Dayou, Linglong merely spat out a cold word and paid him no further mind. Let alone a minor figure from the Plague Doctor lineage—even the direct head of a lineage, if he blocked her path, he still had to die. Such was the end of one who failed to recognize the times.
To put it plainly, it was not that Ma Dayou did not cherish his own life. He simply believed his strength was sufficient, and coveted the benefits Ziyuan had promised him. That was why he had ventured into danger, only to end up like this.
Around Eagle Head Valley, four others had met the same end as Ma Dayou. Two had been slain by Cloud Sea and Yan Hongxue, with equally no mercy shown, while the other two had died at the hands of Liang Chunmu, wielder of the Geng Jin Demon Blade.
The only survivors were Kang Yuan and another expert. The valley intruders they encountered had not been particularly strong, so they held them off briefly without fighting to the bitter end, allowing that group to enter the valley.
For a time, no fewer than twenty experts of all kinds had gathered inside and outside Eagle Head Valley, and still more experts were rushing over from afar.
Within the valley, Fanputi gave a soft sigh. His right hand rested horizontally before his lower abdomen, thumb and middle finger pinched together, palm facing heaven, as though calculating something. His left hand formed a ring with thumb and forefinger, held before his chest.
This was the opening stance of the Great Thunderclap Yin-Yang Sword Canon. At this moment, he was ready to embark on a killing spree.
Before anyone noticed, many more experts had appeared in the outer circle surrounding Fanputi and