Jiang Ming said nothing more and slowly raised his hand.
The most outrageous of those fat-headed, big-eared creatures stood at the very front of the crowd.
Hands on their hips, they hurled abuse at Qian Renxue, spittle flying!
From a safe distance, of course.
These Pseudo-Human Creatures had an exceptionally keen sense for danger.
Their favorite targets were drudges and simps!
Jiang Ming lightly swept his finger.
Not a ripple stirred!
There was no warning.
The three women's bodies split down the middle.
Those fanatical expressions were still frozen on their faces!
Deathly silence fell over the scene.
Even the wind stopped.
Qian Renxue whipped her head toward Jiang Ming, her pupils contracting violently.
She had killed plenty of people and fought many battles.
But to kill three ordinary people so casually!
And when they had no power whatsoever to resist...
All she could say was that he was truly decisive and ruthless-as expected of the man who had pounded her!
The White-Clothed Woman's smile froze on her face.
She stared fixedly at Jiang Ming, as though trying to find regret or inner conflict on his face.
Even the tiniest trace.
Just a tiny trace would have been enough!
Unfortunately!
There was none!
Not a trace!
The man before her refused to play by the rules.
He did not negotiate, persuade, or try to awaken anyone.
He simply killed!
"You..."
The White-Clothed Woman had barely opened her mouth.
Jiang Ming swept his finger again.
This time, there were five.
Five people split down the middle, like tofu sliced by an invisible cleaver.
Blood gushed out, staining the flagstones before the platform red.
The surrounding crowd did not even have time to scream. They merely stared blankly at the pieces on the ground.
"Stop!"
The White-Clothed Woman shrieked.
Jiang Ming finally