Before the words had even faded, Li Feng, his expression as calm as still water, thrust his saber forward! He gave his opponent no chance to struggle and had no desire to waste words.
Squelch!
The razor-sharp tip pierced straight through Zhang Ming's throat and out the back of his neck!
What a load of nonsense!
As a transmigrator, he naturally knew that villains died from talking too much. Besides, there was nothing to discuss with cultists who slaughtered entire households at the drop of a hat. He would simply kill them. Whatever grievances they had, they could save them for the King of Hell.
More importantly, acting cautiously was the way to survive in the long run.
Who knew whether this cultist still had some means of turning the tables at death's door? Only a thoroughly dead enemy was a good enemy. Better to finish him off outright.
Besides, the intelligence said that three Black Lotus Cult members were involved in this case. One was still lurking in the shadows and might launch a sneak attack at any moment, so it was best to settle this quickly.
"Li Feng, are you all right?"
Hearing the commotion, Jiang Yue moved swiftly, her steps light as the wind, and had already reached Li Feng's back.
The sudden voice gave Li Feng a terrible fright. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he nearly turned around and slashed out on instinct.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and recognized Jiang Yue's voice.
Li Feng hurriedly turned around and patted his chest, still shaken. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Constable Jiang, you nearly scared me to death just now."
"These two suddenly charged out of the thick smoke and attacked me. Luckily, their Martial Dao cultivation wasn't high. I'd say they were only at the qi-blood