The three Purple-Robed Cultivators from First Pavilion did not even have time to scream before they were cut down in an instant.
The next moment, their corpses appeared out of thin air on Flame Cloud Island as well.
Bai Hongyu's face turned deathly pale. Three headless corpses lay before him, arranged in neat rows as though someone had deliberately stacked them there.
When those three had pursued him earlier, their methods had been overwhelmingly powerful. Bai Hongyu had even used the Witch God Wooden Token he had obtained from an ancient tribe, yet he had only barely managed to keep himself alive.
And now, three such powerful cultivators had died out of nowhere right before his eyes. Bai Hongyu hurriedly said, "True Lord, your divine powers are vast indeed. I am truly in awe."
Chen Wang gave Bai Hongyu an indifferent glance, and Bai Hongyu could not help but feel his scalp prickle.
Chen Wang said, "First Pavilion is an assassin organization. Though I killed those three, they may have other methods. If they trace this matter back to me later, it will be troublesome."
Bai Hongyu's heart skipped a beat.
"This is bad!"
This was the risk of seeking out a Demonic Path Giant to break the deadlock. The other party might ruthlessly kill the men in purple, but that did not mean Bai Hongyu himself would survive.
Bai Hongyu hurriedly said, "I have traveled the overseas regions for many years and entered many ruins. I possess a special knack for locating such ruins, and I have many connections. It is also very convenient for me to sell goods. True Lord may take me into your service and let me handle matters for you."
Bai Hongyu had dealt with people all year round. Though he spoke extremely quickly, his