"Good grief... cultivators are worth this much?"
Listening to the system notifications in his mind, Ning Que smacked his lips and muttered under his breath.
Killing different people yielded vastly different amounts of karma points.
How fierce had that battle been when they left Qingzhou City?
Almost every underground faction in the city had turned out to stop them from leaving.
Yet he had only earned a few thousand karma points in the end.
Now, killing just one person had earned him five hundred karma points.
All he could say was that the gulf between cultivators and ordinary people was far too vast.
As for the Supreme Sect cultivators led by Liu Piaoying, they were utterly dumbstruck by what they had witnessed.
What had they just seen?
Feng Shande had actually died?
A prisoner had turned the tables and killed a cultivator!
A cultivator, of all people!
They stood high above others like immortals, sheltering all beneath them from countless calamities, truly reigning above the nine heavens.
More importantly, a chasm separated cultivators from ordinary people.
Even a thousand or ten thousand worldly martial artists could never kill a cultivator who had only just entered Foundation Establishment.
Yet they had witnessed this scene, as fantastical as a tale from the Arabian Nights, with their own eyes.
Not only had Liu Piaoying's eyes widened in disbelief, but Ning Yuanzhou's and Li Jieyang's eyes had also bulged larger than bronze bells.
Yi Tao looked at Ning Que as though his soul had left his body, as though he had seen a ghost.
"N-N-N-N-N... Brother Ning... y-y-you just killed a cultivator?"
Looking at Ning Que, Yi Tao could not even get his words out properly.
"Yes. What of it?"
Ning Que spoke calmly.
Boom...
Seeing Ning Que remain so utterly unperturbed, as though