"Master, this brat came knocking on death's door all by himself. Could this be Senior Feng's intention? He probably stole something from that senior and escaped. Otherwise, why would he use Floating Turbidity Powder the moment he attacked?" One of the disciples glanced at the storage pouch I had just put away, his eyes practically glowing with greed.
At this reminder, a smile spread across Yang Gaowang's lips. "Your judgment might actually be quite good."
"Master, not to mention that Senior Feng probably doesn't even know he came here. We can kill him without anyone knowing, heh heh. And if we take Senior Feng's possessions, that can count as compensation for Junior Brother Lu. Our Dao hearts will remain untroubled." Another disciple hurried to offer his scheme as well, afraid his senior brother would seize the opportunity first.
"Sounds reasonable. What are we waiting for?" Yang Gaowang issued the order coldly. The two disciples immediately charged at me, each one fierce as a tiger or wolf. They had no idea that they were merely Foundation Establishment Realm immortals, while I had already surpassed them by an entire level of cultivation—and was even at the same Crystal Formation Realm as Yang Gaowang!
"Wind-Splitting Palm! Wind-Splitting Palm!" Seeing that these two brats were vicious and ruthless, I naturally showed them no mercy. I struck out with two Wind-Splitting Palms in an instant. In the next moment, the two brats had been chopped into four pieces. One died on the spot, his eyes still wide with disbelief. The other had been severed at the waist; his upper body hurriedly crawled across the ground toward his master, but he died after only a few more movements.
Yang Gaowang's expression changed drastically as well, and he cried out in disbelief, "You! Impossible! How could you