The Budding Peach Tree

After a fierce battle, Qiu Zhiheng, Qin Tianjiu, and the others defeated the bandits.

Of the more than twenty bandits, nearly half had died. Though they had lost, they had not scattered in rout; instead, they withdrew in orderly fashion.

Qiu Zhiheng and Luo ZhengNan shared the same question: were such people truly bandits?

Their cultivation was not low, and they were all Scorpions. Their tactics were coordinated, and they possessed considerable discipline. If they had not been at Three Heads Junction, but elsewhere in Pro State, these twenty-odd people could have formed a gang and become a force not to be underestimated.

Of course, perhaps the harsh environment of Three Heads Junction had forced a band of bandits to develop such formidable fighting prowess.

Qiu Zhiheng had not focused all his attention on the bandits. He was more concerned about Qin Tianjiu's condition. Of the eleven bandits slain, six had died at Little Fatty's hands.

Now that the battle was over, Little Fatty still wore a pair of scorpion pincers, silently staring at the corpses beneath his feet.

When a Food Cultivator used the art of Hundred Swallows Hundred Transformations, he would temporarily gain some of his opponent's abilities. But Little Fatty's duration had been anything but short.

Qiu Zhiheng knew Food Cultivators very well. Back when Lu Dongliang had been bent on dealing with He Haiqin, he had made Qiu Zhiheng put great effort into studying Food Cultivators. Yet seeing Little Fatty's performance today, Qiu Zhiheng felt he was still somewhat unfamiliar with them.

Qiu Zhiheng clasped his hands toward Luo ZhengNan. "Brother Luo, let's speak over here."

It was out of respect for Little Fatty.

After a brutal battle, leaving the battlefield for a Food Cultivator to clean up was both acknowledgment and thanks. But the others