Murong Hai's pupils contracted. He looked dazed.
He had never thought a true disciple of Clear Abyss would be outmatched by an injured River Bandit.
If Xiao'er hadn't been ambushed and caught off guard by his lack of experience in the martial world, he could have won, too.
The disciples of major sects learned comprehensive martial arts, making them far stronger than lone martial artists and those from small sects.
Li Mo had a Mystic Weapon, so he was definitely stronger than Xiao'er.
But... wasn't this far too easy?
There were hardly any signs of a fight.
Even Xue Peng's Blood Blade, the weapon that had made him quite a name for himself, had been smashed into a heap of fragments.
"Old Master Murong, you've arrived just in time."
Li Mo casually tossed aside the Iron Swallow and said,
"Sorry for the trouble, but could you hand Cui Peng's corpse over to the authorities?"
Once the authorities confirmed his identity, they would notify the External Affairs Hall. That would save Li Mo the trouble.
The thought of lugging a corpse around everywhere gave him the creeps.
"Brother Li, you're really something."
After comparing their skills in his mind, Murong Xiao looked at him with open admiration.
Internal Breath was divided into three stages: Qi Condensation, Jade Liquid, and Profound Pill. Each stage was a whole different world.
He had sparred with a senior brother at the Qi Condensation stage. Even with his powerful physique, he had still been at a disadvantage.
Even though Cui Peng was injured, Murong Xiao hadn't been confident he could take him down.
"What's this? A hidden weapon?"
Murong Xiao picked up the Iron Swallow.
Before he could get a good look, Murong Hai slapped it out of his hand.
"Foolish boy, don't pick up every