"Our Clear Spring Sect Disciple has always acted openly and honorably. How am I suddenly being accused of lacking martial virtue?"
"Besides, would anyone really redeem a title like this?"
Roger swept his gaze over the area.
Silently, he drew the Qing Fu Sword from his palm.
The next moment, he seized the middle-aged mage by the shoulder, and the blade tip easily pierced his heart.
The mage's body convulsed, rapidly losing all signs of life.
From beginning to end, he had failed to put up any meaningful resistance.
That was the power of the Groin Kick.
Under such excruciating pain, let alone casting spells, he probably couldn't even stand upright! The commotion outside soon alerted the others.
A scout charged straight out through the main entrance.
A merciless crossbow bolt was waiting for him!
It whistled through the air.
One shot, one death! A more clever one circled around to the kitchen, hoping to come out from the side.
Unfortunately, he plunged headfirst into a nest of venomous snakes! The snakes summoned by Scamorra's Ring were no pushovers.
No matter how extraordinary his skills were, once he was surrounded, all he could do was silently endure the poison's judgment!
Clearly, his poison resistance was not very high. After struggling for only a short while, he died and went to the Yellow Springs.
Someone else tried to circle around from the rooftop.
Waiting for him.
Naturally, was a certain Tao Gang madman who came and went like the wind.
And so.
With the help of the Elite Gargoyle, Roger swiftly slaughtered all these uninvited guests.
Not one of these bandits had an elite template, nor did they meet the definition of monsters.
Thus, the Extermination Order and Sin Mark were both ineffective.
Roger could neither harvest Attribute Points nor