Thus, just as Xu Yi shot into the clouds, he deliberately sent down a message, ordering everyone to help Bald Monk and the others clean house.
He had just displayed his terrifying power, then vanished into the clouds. No one knew whether he had left, and their fear of him ran deep. With his explicit command, no one dared refuse to cooperate.
The moment they started, they struck to kill.
Zhang of Peach Blossom understood at once and shouted, "You round-faced dog! How dare you murder your own comrades? You deserve a thousand deaths! If I ever get out of here, I'll make sure you die a miserable death..."
His curses were vicious, yet he'd completely forgotten that moments ago, he'd been the one personally trying to drive Xu Yi into a dead end.
But his abuse did nothing to change the situation. Worse still, the attackers feared his curses might displease that ruthless man, and only pressed their assault harder.
In less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, Zhang of Peach Blossom and the other two were drenched in blood beneath the blue sky. Their Seven Souls scattered, and their three yin souls were all taken into Soul Collecting Bottles. They were utterly dead, their paths extinguished.
After killing the three, none of the dozen or so attackers dared leave. Nor did they argue over an unfair division of the spoils. They all remained where they were, quietly waiting for something.
Sure enough, before long, Xu Yi descended from the clouds. Three Sumeru Rings, three Soul Collecting Bottles, and three resentment orbs immediately flew toward him.
These people were truly terrified. Not one of them dared provoke Xu Yi's displeasure.
It wasn't that they thought so little of themselves as to believe that even working