Jiang Yingfeng, dead!
The slaughter subsided.
Yet Hong Ming's breathing had not eased, his chest still rising and falling.
He stared at Jiang Yingfeng's corpse, an unusual glint appearing in his eyes.
Without realizing it, he had already gained the strength to kill a Transformation Force Grandmastery martial artist.
Though there had been an element of trickery, the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique had indeed burst forth with the might of a supreme art.
Even without the Soft Strength Powder taking effect, he reckoned that, so long as he used the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique, he could still deal with Jiang Yingfeng.
It was merely a matter of how long it would take.
Only after dealing with Jiang Yingfeng did Hong Ming finally have time to loot the bodies.
He had not forgotten Huang Tianfang and went to search his corpse.
Compared with Yang Feng, Huang Tianfang and Jiang Yingfeng carried few valuables.
Neither of them even had banknotes on them, only a few scattered bits of silver.
Ignoring the loose silver, Hong Ming briefly dealt with the two corpses.
He then returned with Yang Feng and soon reached the water bandits' hideout, where he found Han Ming.
When Han Ming saw that Hong Ming had returned unharmed, he turned to Yang Feng. Seeing him dead, Han Ming clicked his tongue in amazement and gave Hong Ming a thumbs-up. "Impressive!"
He knew Yang Feng's strength. Like Hong Ming, Yang Feng was a Transformation Force martial artist.
Han Ming had thought Hong Ming might lose track of him during this pursuit. Instead, Hong Ming had killed him and brought back his body.
Now, they only needed to wait for Huang Tianfang's side to return, and this bandit-suppression operation would conclude perfectly.
He did not think that, with Huang Tianfang's abilities, he would fail to