A Dog Raised for a Hundred Years That Never Warms Up

Ye Liang naturally would not let this pass. With a slight wave of his hand, he took Yan Bingyun and gave chase. Before long, they arrived at a cliff by the edge of the village.

"Tut, tut, tut. This old man's corpse is really light. I thought he'd be a hot potato, but it was resolved just like that." One of the Rogue Cultivators carried the old man's body to the cliff's edge.

From the looks of it, they intended to dispose of the old man's corpse without leaving a trace.

"Exactly. But that old man actually wanted to covet the reward Sage Lei Long gave us. He was simply courting death! Did he think reporting it would earn him the qualifications to enter Thunder Gate? He was dreaming!"

"Haha! He was a mere mortal, after all. Even cultivators like us rarely get the chance to enter Thunder Gate to cultivate. Of course a mortal like him would be shortsighted."

Just as they were about to throw Lin Pingping's corpse over the edge, the situation changed!

Lin Pingping, who had supposedly died, suddenly broke free of the cultivator carrying him. From behind, he kicked the man squarely in the back and sent him straight over the cliff.

The other cultivators did not even have time to react before black claw marks shot from Lin Pingping's palm and seized their throats. "I finally earned the favor of a Saint cultivator, and you jealous ants dared to ruin it. If I hadn't been wary of causing trouble in the village, did you really think I would have deliberately let you ambush me?"

His face was twisted with savagery. He was clearly no longer the Lin Pingping they had first met.

"Has he been controlled by the person behind Chunyu Organization?" Ye Liang