"Puff, puff, puff..."
Qin Shaofeng's terrifying combat strength was overwhelmingly mighty when facing people who were at most First-tier Heavenly Venerate.
One simple charge had sent this entire group to their deaths one after another.
Most of them had not even had time to cry out before they had already become corpses.
In Zi Wencheng's eyes,
Qin Shaofeng had practically become a God of Slaughter.
In just a few blinks, he charged once more toward the three remaining Ghost Corpse Slaves.
"Ghost Slash!"
Qin Shaofeng's explosive roar rang out again.
Before this,
once the Pure Dust Flower had been secured, he would have stopped Qin Shaofeng from wasting his effort like this.
But now, things were entirely different.
The people dispatched by the Tianxiao lineage had all died at Qin Shaofeng's hands.
Even with Nong Sanjian's allegiance still unknown, he no longer had any misgivings.
With the threat gone, what did it matter if Qin Shaofeng wanted to kill a few Ghost Corpse Slaves?
Not to mention being injured here—even if he were beaten half to death by the Ghost Corpse Slaves, he could easily carry Qin Shaofeng back.
As for Nong Sanjian...
To put it bluntly,
he did not regard Nong Sanjian as worthy of his attention.
Even if their cultivation levels were the same, even if both were born of noble backgrounds and naturally possessed countless treasures, he did not have the slightest fear of Nong Sanjian.
Yet that thought clearly could not become reality.
Under Qin Shaofeng's brutal assault,
in only a brief moment, the three Ghost Corpse Slaves became corpses once again.
"Where else are there places with hidden treasures? Since we've come here, naturally we should strip this place clean." Qin Shaofeng walked back with a sinister smile on his face.
For some unknown reason,