"Don't kill me! I'll give you money!"
"I'll give you all my money!"
A dying person's words were always true.
Ning Fengzhi didn't want to die.
She had yet to witness the birth of the nine treasures glazed pagoda martial soul and become the mother of a god.
"Once I kill you, your money will be mine anyway," Qian Xunji coldly stated the brutal truth.
"But soul coins are of no use to me." Contempt laced Qian Xunji's indifferent tone.
As someone so poor that she had nothing left but mountains of soul coins, Ning Fengzhi bitterly resented Qian Xunji's disdain for them, but there was nothing she could do.
Qian Xunji was too powerful.
So powerful that he needed only say the word, and people would deliver heaps of Gold Soul Coins for him to squander.
With one sweep of the Beam Sword in his hand, Ning Fengzhi lost her head. With another, Gu Rong lost his.
Qian Xunji swept his gaze over the seven wounded members of Spirit Hall and said coldly:
"Since you're from Spirit Hall, I'll show you mercy this once and spare your lives."
"But remember, this happens once, and only once."
"If you dare attack me again, you'll meet the same fate as Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong."
With that, Qian Xunji left.
Cut ties, let go, and move on.
From the moment he chose to leave Spirit City, he had prepared himself to abandon everything connected to Spirit Hall.
"Who exactly is this man?" Guangling Douluo asked, looking baffled.
The clean, efficient way he had killed Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong clearly marked him as a professional.
Why would someone who killed without blinking spare them alone?
And there was that remark: "Since you're from Spirit Hall, I'll show you mercy this once