A pale golden flash of sword light swept past, and the man's head parted from his body. The scene turned gruesomely bloody.
The three underlings clearly had not expected this cultivator, who had remained silent throughout, to strike without a moment's hesitation.
They still had some affection for their leader, after all. Otherwise, they would not have stayed with him until now.
One of them angrily gripped his sword and was about to attack Chu Luohen, only for his brother to stop him.
He was the oldest and calmest of the three. The instant Chu Luohen struck, he had realized how formidable he was. Before they even had a chance to react, their leader was gone. Having watched their leader die like that, he naturally could not let his other two brothers follow him to their deaths. Besides, he had his own thoughts on the matter.
"Actually, nothing they said or did was wrong."
The disciple stared at his brother in disbelief, as though demanding, What nonsense are you spouting?
"We were the ones who attacked first, after all."
When they attacked, had they not intended to take their opponents' lives? Their opponents had escaped disaster only through their own good fortune. Now, even if they were killed, they would have brought it upon themselves.
The victor became king, the loser a bandit. So it had been since ancient times.
As for their leader, he had long since lost faith in the man. If not for the younger members of the group, he might have left ages ago.
Thus, he felt little about their leader exploiting them one last time, or even about his death.
"You don't seem like someone who can't see things clearly. Why did you choose to work under him?" Su Jiu only asked because this man