Wang Sheng raised a hand, intending to give Chen Bin a hearty slap on the shoulder.
But when his gaze met Chen Bin's calm eyes, his hand paused in midair. In the end, he lowered it and sheathed his saber.
As the blade slid into its sheath, it made a crisp click. "It's fine. I only wanted to capture him so we could pry open his mouth and convict Lu Hanwen!
"Better that he's dead. Now all of East Ward has heard what the Wolf Demon said.
"Rumors will spread through the city in no time!"
Chen Bin furrowed his brows, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. "Didn't he shout, 'Lu Hanwen, you traitor'?"
"It amounts to the same thing." Wang Sheng stepped forward and kicked the Wolf Demon's corpse. It landed with a dull thud. "He was already in league with demons, wasn't he?"
Chen Bin gave a slight nod, his expression indifferent. "I don't understand any of this. Do as you like."
Wang Sheng went over to the bucket-sized wound in the Wolf Demon's neck and crouched to examine it closely.
The wound's edges were smooth as a mirror. It had clearly been severed in an instant by a fierce saber technique.
He couldn't help praising it. "What a fine saber technique." Then he stood and turned to Chen Bin. "What technique is it?"
"Wind Thunder Saber Technique," Chen Bin replied curtly. "I learned it two days ago."
Wang Sheng drew in a sharp breath.
Of course he knew the Wind Thunder Saber Technique. It was an exceptionally profound technique. He hadn't expected Chen Bin to master it in such a short time—and use it to slay a Wolf Demon in the Meridian Opening Realm.
"A genius!"
"Thank you for the praise." Chen Bin meant it.
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