"Born with a clever tongue!"
Cheng Buzheng, his expression mild, looked at the fawning Golden Core Mortal Cultivator and chuckled. "Your scheming isn't bad either! Interesting."
At this sight.
The ragged Golden Core Mortal Cultivator, his aura wavering as he gazed pleadingly at Cheng Buzheng, had a trace of ashen despair rise in his eyes.
After all, this Nascent Soul senior treated Evil Cultivators so well...
It had to be because of the treasures they offered up.
This was truly the end!
Just as this Golden Core True Person despaired, and the blood-robed True Person revealed a delighted expression...
That gentle voice rang out once more.
"Unfortunately!
These little treasures aren't enough for me to cross my bottom line.
So go rest in peace!"
As Cheng Buzheng's words fell, a streak of sword light shot from his fingertips.
Whoosh!
The sword light swept through the low air.
Before the blood-robed evil-path True Person could react, a streak of sword light had already circled his neck.
The next moment.
A pillar of blood erupted from his neck, and a head as large as a bushel basket flew into the air.
In the eyes of that flying head still lingered a trace of bewilderment.
"Isn't that this True Person's body?"
Before another thought could arise, the consciousness of this evil-path Golden Core True Person had already fallen completely into eternal darkness.
Then.
Cheng Buzheng raised a hand in a beckoning motion, and the treasures on the evil-path True Person rose into the air and shot toward him.
With a sweep of his sleeve!
Those treasures vanished from sight.
At this sight.
The sole remaining Golden Core elder of the Blood Cloud Sect opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something!
Yet, as if he harbored some misgiving, he swallowed the