Moreover, with his extraordinary strength, bringing along an ordinary martial saint realm seventh level warrior would not be much use to him.
Su Fei spoke coolly, his voice devoid of emotion.
"White Lotus Sect followers, even death cannot atone for your crimes."
Then he swung the Crimson Firmament Sword again, sending a thick crimson streak of Sword Qi sweeping outward.
"No!"
Despair flashed in Gao Xuan's and Zhang Manyu's eyes. They tried to dodge, only to discover that the Sword Qi had locked their bodies firmly in place, leaving them unable to move even a fraction.
Crack.
Gao Xuan's and Zhang Manyu's heads flew off, then rolled onto the ground, their eyes still wide open, seemingly filled with resentment and fear.
Blood spurted from their necks, staining the flagstones red.
Then the two headless corpses crashed to the ground, sending up clouds of dust.
Two White Lotus Sect followers at the martial saint realm seventh level were dead.
Qian Tong sighed. The rewards and punishments envoy and the internal affairs envoy had been equal to him in strength, both at the martial saint realm seventh level. They had fought against him for many years, yet he had never expected them to meet such an end.
Had he not surrendered to Marquis Su back then, his own fate would have been little better than theirs.
At that thought, Qian Tong resolved to obey Marquis Su's every command from then on.
If Marquis Su told him to go east, he would go east. He would never go west.
Su Fei put away the Crimson Firmament Sword and, without even looking at the two corpses on the ground, turned toward Murong Chong, who lay collapsed in the center of the Blood Pool Platform.
Watching this unfold, Murong Chong trembled all over, his face