Old Daoist Song Xu Gu froze where he stood.
Zhongli Meng looked utterly astonished.
The rest of the senior brothers and juniors all stared wide-eyed!
Everyone was so shocked that they stood motionless, without making a single sound.
Only Yi Feng spoke awkwardly, his light voice drifting through the surroundings.
"There was a bit of an accident on the road, so I only got these hundred-odd devil corpses."
"Don't be fooled by the numbers. These Demonic Beasts were all tiny and weak. Ten of them put together probably wouldn't match one of yours. It's not that I was slacking off—I really searched everywhere and only found this much."
"Don't laugh at me. You can't blame me for this."
Yi Feng was truly a little depressed.
What should have been a fine monster-hunting journey had suddenly produced a Bald Old Man with no martial virtue, leaving him with barely any spoils and such an awkward result.
His words were quiet, yet they exploded beside everyone's ears like thunder!
Everyone's eyes trembled at his words.
As they exchanged suspicious looks, Yi Feng's absurd phrases still echoed in their minds.
Only a hundred or so...
Heh heh, what an exquisite use of the word "only."
Was that even something a human could say?
Those casually spoken words made everyone feel as though something was lodged in their chests.
Zhongli Meng and the others had dry lips, unable to respond with a single word for a long while.
Especially these long-eared Devil Race members. Though they looked small, everyone knew perfectly well that the long-eared Devil Race excelled in speed, and their overall strength and rank surpassed even the Demonic Beasts they had hunted.
They had thought Yi Feng was merely an ordinary Saint, even treating him as a rookie who had just entered