Qin Shaofeng's acting might simply have been too good.
Combined with the information Old Ghost Chen Xing and the others had provided before setting out, the trap he had laid was also flawless enough.
The various traps, linked one after another and layered atop each other, had driven Ximen Kuang's group of six to start killing people, yet they had not harbored even the slightest suspicion.
They were even continuously gathering their important members closer to themselves.
Watching what they were doing, Qin Shaofeng almost wanted to laugh. Do they have any idea that by gathering like this, they are gathering all their important figures together for me? What kind of expressions will they have when they realize it?
While he watched the crowd, Sha Longxing and the other five had already slaughtered all the insignificant people.
Gu Cheng immediately joined the other four in surrounding the gathered crowd.
Ximen Kuang, meanwhile, moved at top speed, collecting Storage Bags and anything else of value from the corpses.
"Young Master."
Ximen Kuang jogged over and presented the Storage Bags with both hands.
Bi Rong and the others watched this scene, the corners of their mouths twitching several times.
Those were the belongings left behind by their Divine Weapon Pavilion disciples!
These people would not even spare the dead men's possessions.
The hatred in his heart had only surfaced for an instant before he sensed that something seemed not quite right.
But what was wrong?
Bi Rong could not figure it out even after a long while.
When he subconsciously turned to look at the crowd, his pupils suddenly constricted.
There was something wrong with the numbers!
"Young Master Long, didn't you say you wanted to kill one hundred and fifty people to make amends to you? Th-this..." Bi Rong stared at