Wei Fan and Feng Hua's facial muscles writhed, and both returned to their true appearances.
Zhou Shen smiled amiably, without any hint of blame.
With his hands behind his back, he walked over and brushed his five glowing fingers across Holy Son Yuan Jie's corpse. A faint Saint-level fluctuation flashed, then quickly vanished.
"He really is the Holy Son of the Qilin Ape Clan!"
One could not simply bring over any random corpse and claim to have killed a Holy Son. The Demon Hunter Organization had its own methods of verification.
"You'll probably only use this corpse for meat. How about selling it to the Demon Hunter Organization for thirty thousand Spirit Crystals?"
He looked at Wei Fan.
A corpse carrying Saint blood could only be eaten for meat in the hands of someone like Wei Fan, but in the hands of a skilled alchemist, it could be refined into precious medicine that enhanced one's potential.
"Deal!"
Wei Fan readily agreed. "I also have a batch of Demon King corpses here. If you like them, old sir, I'll give you a discount!"
In no time at all, more than twenty Demon King corpses were piled throughout the room. Some were Demon Kings he had slain in the Five Domains, while others had been killed in the Wasteland.
The more than twenty corpses nearly filled this fairly large secret chamber.
"You..."
Zhou Shen, who had remained calm and unruffled all along, immediately changed expression. Even when he had seen Yuan Jie's corpse earlier, he had not reacted like this.
More than twenty Demon Kings—truth be told, many Martial Kings might not see this many Demon Kings in their entire lives. Yet Wei Fan was only nineteen and had already slaughtered more than twenty Demon Kings. It was an astonishing number.
"Actually,