Luo Zheng wiped the blood from his throwing knife, then nodded at Chi Yi.
"How did you do that..." Chi Yi's pupils widened slightly as he stared at Luo Zheng and continued asking.
Everyone's strength was exactly the same. Even if Luo Zheng relied on extremely practiced and superb martial skills, he probably would have found it difficult to deal with these people in such a short time.
What was more, all four of them had hands and feet. Even if they truly were no match for Luo Zheng, they should at least have been able to escape...
Old Jin and the others were likewise filled with confusion.
Having them slaughter those mindless Netherlings was not especially difficult.
But having them fight four against one and kill these four exiles was something even Old Jin could not do. It could even be said that they had no chance of victory.
"They were weaker than I imagined." Luo Zheng shrugged.
At this stage, Luo Zheng did not want to explain too much.
Old Jin, Chi Yi, and the others were clearly dissatisfied with Luo Zheng's answer, but they could not say much more...
Besides, the more powerful Luo Zheng was, the more advantageous it would ultimately be for them.
After retrieving his longsword, Luo Zheng gathered together the bows and crossbows used by Di Jin and the others.
These bows and crossbows were indeed ordinary items, but they were still quite useful under circumstances like these.
While he was sorting everything out, the people behind him finished dealing with the remaining Netherlings and slowly caught up.
Surrounded by everyone, Mingwei strolled over. Her gaze swept across Di Jin's corpse, and her brows rose slightly.
The exiles Mingwei and Old Jin's group had killed earlier had all come from minor clans and