The training ground had become an Asura hell.
The surviving Lineage guards, drenched in sweat, had not yet caught their breath when three people suddenly fell from the sky. With three loud bangs, they smashed the stone slabs and lay coughing blood on the ground. If they remembered correctly, those were three patriarchs...
A slender figure descended once more. Her feet struck the ground with a boom, cracking the earth beneath her!
The survivors stared in horror at the three legendary Golden Core experts on the ground. Two were missing. The battle against the puppets had been so fierce that no one had noticed whether corpses had fallen from the sky.
Bai Yujun was very disappointed. That Nascent Soul Cultivator was not in Bian City. What a pity. A perfectly planned robbery and extortion had become imperfect because of his absence. She could only console herself with the thought that what was not fated could not be forcibly sought.
Without the slightest restraint, she took the storage bags and valuables from the three men. The haul was decent enough. Remembering her deal with Ren Zhuo, she expressionlessly pressed the tip of her saber against one man's throat.
"Cough, cough... We have no grievances or enmity... Why?"
"I am a merchant. Someone bought your lives. When you plotted to take another's life, did you ever consider whether you had grievances or enmity with them?"
When they held the upper hand, they refused to reason. Once they failed and faced death, they suddenly remembered reason. After cultivating bitterly for years to reach the Golden Core Realm, none of the three wanted to die. They pleaded desperately.
Ren Zhuo suddenly spoke.
"Miss, forget it. Enough people have died."
Bai Yujun froze. Had this boy suddenly attained enlightenment and seen through the bloody storms