As Wei Qingfeng stumbled to the ground, Hong Yuan walked straight on without looking back.
He had not killed Wei Qingfeng, but that finger strike, imbued with the Seed Jade Art's Variant Force, was enough to leave him bedridden for a month or two.
After all, Song Yinglong's sights were set too low. The goods he offered in trade were worth only that much.
Well, the Turtle-Breath Feigned-Death Force and [Nether-Through Eyes] together were worth half a month. The remaining month or so was a gift from Hong Yuan as Song Yinglong's dear elder brother.
That could count as honoring their brotherly bond.
Although Wei Qingfeng had been gravely wounded in a single exchange with Hong Yuan, making him look no different from some small fry casually brushed aside.
In truth, his martial skills were exceptionally refined. Even against Song Yinglong, the winner would only be decided after they fought.
As an Astral Body expert, Song Yinglong possessed a formidable physique and tough muscles and bones. His ability to fight groups far surpassed Wei Qingfeng's, but in a one-on-one fight, the Seed Jade Art actually gave Wei Qingfeng an advantage against him.
Wei Qingfeng had lost to a single finger purely because Hong Yuan's martial prowess stood more than one level above his. Moreover, Hong Yuan had risen through slaughter and excelled in combat.
Never mind a martial artist like Wei Qingfeng, who was considerably weaker than him-even against an opponent of equal standing, it would not be strange for a single exchange to decide life and death.
"Sect master!"
When the Seed Jade Sect disciples rushing up saw this, they were both shocked and furious.
Some turned pale with fright, their bodies trembling. But a few were so enraged that they charged their horses forward, drawing their swords without