Wang Dali died cleanly. Though he possessed the blood and qi of Three Refinements, he was still far too inferior to a true Three Refinements martial artist.
Moreover, his mind had already been eroded. Even when Wei Luo had come up behind him, he had failed to notice.
The force of that punch made Zhao Xiu immediately realize that Wei Luo possessed the strength of Three Refinements, and he was utterly shocked.
"Wei Luo, hurry and help Shen Wu. Yang Xian went after him."
Thinking of Shen Wu's poisoning, Zhao Xiu hurriedly added.
However, Wei Luo waved a hand and merely said calmly,
"I know. Shen Wu isn't that weak. Yang Xian won't be able to kill him anytime soon. Better deal with the trouble in front of us first."
In truth, Wei Luo had arrived not long after Yang Xian led his men inside. He simply did not know whether the Pure Fragrance Cult had any backup plans, so he had remained hidden.
He had only voiced half of what was on his mind. Even if Yang Xian did forcefully kill Shen Wu, he would definitely suffer serious injuries himself.
By waiting at ease for the exhausted enemy, Wei Luo could defeat Yang Xian.
By now, the martial artists Zhao Xiu had hired had long since scattered and fled. Only five or six members of the Pure Fragrance Cult remained in the courtyard.
Clutching his broken arm, Zhao Xiu glanced at the enemies closing in and immediately felt that the trouble before them was more pressing.
"Wang Dali is actually dead! Who killed him?!"
Seeing that some people had yet to flee, the Pure Fragrance Cult members intended to slaughter them all.
But when they saw Wang Dali's corpse, their hearts turned cold, and they stared at Wei Luo