"D-Don't kill me!"
Seeing Lu Feng's gaze sweep toward him, the black-clad man with the broken leg immediately turned pale with fright. Trembling, he said, "I was only following orders, a Rogue Cultivator taking money to do a job. I bore no ill will toward any of you."
As he spoke, he removed the Storage Ring from his hand and offered it to Lu Feng, pleading, "Please, for the sake of these resources, spare this lowly one's life."
Lu Feng remained unmoved.
The black-clad man stretched his hand out even farther, flicked the Storage Ring in his palm, and sent it flying toward Lu Feng.
Lu Feng instinctively raised his hand to catch the Storage Ring hurtling toward him.
Yet just as he was about to catch it, the black-clad man suddenly shifted sideways and charged straight at Lin Xiaowan.
Clearly, after seeing the situation before him and knowing there was no escape, the black-clad man had decided to make a desperate gamble. He intended to use Lin Xiaowan and Chu Youwei's lives as bargaining chips, seize the two women, and flee with them.
However.
Before he could get close;
Before Lin Xiaowan could even raise the Nightspring Nether clenched in her hand.
A sharp Sword Light struck from behind and arrived first, piercing directly through his heart from his back.
It was so fast that, distracted as he was, he had no chance of reacting or defending himself.
Even if he had sensed the danger at the final instant, his injured leg made it impossible for him to evade it.
How could Lu Feng have failed to guard against the black-clad man's little calculations? The instant the man had voluntarily offered up treasure without displaying much fear, Lu Feng had already grown wary.
Lin Xiaowan was stunned because when