How could Qing Zhang not know?
Someone had clearly put out a kill order on him.
But he did not understand.
He was merely an Earth Immortal, a wandering immortal.
He had no roots, no backing, and had never even provoked anyone.
Why would someone use such means against him?
Moreover, he had learned from the person beside him that the bounty was a full hundred Merit Coins!
In all these years, he had never possessed so many Merit Coins.
If you have that many Merit Coins, just give them to me and I'll kill myself, all right?!
Just then, the owner of that hand seemed to have finished setting up the recording array.
At that moment, he bared his teeth and slowly walked over to Qing Zhang.
Yet the restraints on Qing Zhang did not loosen in the slightest. He remained as immovable as a mountain, as solid as stone.
He still could not move at all.
As the owner of that hand slowly appeared before Qing Zhang, Qing Zhang finally saw the man's face clearly.
The man before him was just as he had expected.
He was indeed a member of the Demon Race.
Half his head was that of a marten, while the other half was a human face.
The marten demon first stuck out his tongue and licked Qing Zhang's face. Then his expression instantly turned savage.
Without another word, he grabbed one of Qing Zhang's hands and suddenly exerted force.
With a ripping sound—
Accompanied by Qing Zhang's muffled groan.
One of Qing Zhang's arms was violently torn off.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall.
Pale shards of bone pierced through flesh and were exposed to the air.
Scalding blood splattered across the marten demon's face, but he trembled excitedly and greedily licked it away.