Chen Qing heard the commotion and followed the sound, watching from a distance.
He saw three people besieging one person. Several corpses already lay on the ground, their clothing nearly identical to that of the besieged man. Clearly, they belonged to the same faction.
The three wore black robes and conical hats, their faces obscured. Yet they coordinated flawlessly, their flashing blades and sword shadows revealing the seasoned ruthlessness of veteran fighters.
Two of them were Gang Strength Early-stage martial artists. One wielded a pair of poisoned short blades, his moves vicious and tricky as he targeted the lower body; the other brandished a long, narrow curved saber, its flashes swift as lightning.
Yet the most eye-catching of them all was the Gang Strength Mid-stage expert.
The Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword in his hand appeared plain and unadorned, but every swing carried incomparably dense pale-golden true gang. Wherever the sword wind passed, deep ravines were gouged into the ground and grass and trees were shredded to pieces.
It was clearly metal-attribute true gang, and an exceptionally robust and solid one at that.
"My Bai Family... will never let you off!" the besieged man growled hoarsely, his voice thick with hatred.
"The Bai Family? Hmph. Once your bones vanish without a trace on Falling Star Slope, how will the Bai Family know we were responsible?"
The Gang Strength Mid-stage expert had an old, raspy voice, but his attacks only grew fiercer.
Hidden in the shadows, Chen Qing swept his gaze over the battlefield, his heart calm and undisturbed.
He knew full well that in such a dangerous place, killing for treasure was commonplace.
Those who specialized in dirty work were experienced and cautious enough to pick only soft persimmons. After each job, they often lay low for years, making them exceedingly