Liang Zhongyu had attacked that High Qi Condensation cultivator not merely because he felt slighted.
He had figured that since he was already going to offend someone, offending one more would make no difference.
Most people thought rogue cultivators were poor and ruthless, and that was absolutely true. Once they threw caution to the wind, there was nothing they would not dare to do.
His change had come far too quickly, and his first move had been a thunderous strike. The man who had fought him for so long lost an arm in a single exchange.
Feng Jun was somewhat displeased. He coughed lightly. "Old Liang?"
"I'm just taking a Storage Pouch." Liang Zhongyu snatched the other man's Storage Pouch, then kicked him hard enough to send him tumbling.
Then he gave an awkward laugh. "I wouldn't dare touch the belongings of the three people Feng Adept killed. I can only deal with this one... Don't worry, I spared his life so he can go back and deliver the message."
"Honestly..." Feng Jun shook his head, torn between laughter and tears. But in all fairness, murder and plunder were far too common in the Cultivation World. He simply had not expected Liang Zhongyu to be so meticulous about settling every last score.
In any case, the one who had lost an arm definitely was not surnamed Xue. Feng Jun knew that well enough. Sparing this Sun fellow's life showed his magnanimity, and since Liang Zhongyu insisted on taking some loot, Feng Jun could hardly stop him.
In truth, Feng Jun knew perfectly well that Old Liang had been implicated by him and forced into conflict with the Xue Family. He was not pleased about it either.
After taking the Storage Pouch, Liang Zhongyu turned and walked over to Xue Hongfei,