"You—you—you actually killed people from the Three Immortals Pavilion?"
"And you even stole things from the Three Immortals Pavilion?"
Young Master Chen stared at the two corpses beside him and the now-empty fourth-floor shelves, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Wrong!"
Qin Shaofeng returned to where he had been standing, watching Young Master Chen with an odd expression.
Over the years, Young Master Chen had bullied others by throwing his weight around, crippling no small number of people.
Yet he had never truly had anyone beaten to death.
Much less watched two living people turn into corpses and collapse beside him. Terror made yellow and white fluids stream from him.
Young Master Chen's voice trembled as he continued to argue, "You clearly killed them and stole their things."
His two guards were truly terrified by their young master's words.
Their cultivation was not even equal to those two Three Immortals Pavilion martial cultivators whom Qin Shaofeng had slaughtered in an instant.
Their young master actually dared speak to such a desperado like that. If he truly provoked that man's killing intent, they would all be finished!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"What does killing people and stealing things amount to? The Three Immortals Pavilion is rich but heartless, seeing profit and forgetting righteousness. Only slaughtering every last one of them would feel satisfying!"
A wild, unruly laugh rang out from the stairway.
Who else could it be but the dwarf Zhao Ding?
Although Zhao Ding had put away his battle saber, he was covered in blood, frightening Young Master Chen half to death once more.
Without even glancing at Young Master Chen, Zhao Ding frowned and said to Qin Shaofeng, "I say, Young Master, aren't you too slow? I've already turned the Three Immortals Pavilion upside down and looted