Squelch!!
Blood spilled as the throat was pierced.
The Flying Sword Fine Rain plunged into the envoy's throat, blood soaking its edge.
A whimper escaped the envoy's throat.
His consciousness swiftly scattered like sand slipping through his fingers.
His eyes widened, filled with unwillingness and bewilderment.
"...H-how... is that possible!"
Li Ping'an struck him once more and said softly.
"Sorry, I'm not a cultivator!
Also... pretty good acting, huh~"
Li Ping'an crouched down and searched the envoy, unexpectedly finding a bag of Spirit Stones.
He had already used up all his Spirit Stones and was just in need of more.
There were also some odds and ends, which were not much use to Li Ping'an.
But he could keep them to exchange for Spirit Stones later, or simply trade them directly to Jing Yu for Spirit Stones.
Besides, his help certainly could not come free.
Li Ping'an calculated his payment.
They had originally agreed that he would provide support.
One hundred Spirit Stones once the job was done.
But judging by things now, he was entirely the main attacker.
He had even soloed the boss.
So the price had to multiply at least several times over.
He would ask for five hundred Spirit Stones, plus some silver...
Li Ping'an settled on a price.
Then, carrying the envoy's head in one hand and the corpse of Ye Hao, the bandits' nominal leader, in the other, he strode out.
Jing Yu was running for his life, with several thousand men surrounding and blocking him alone.
The fact that he had managed to keep running this long was no small feat.
Li Ping'an leisurely pulled a handful of roasted soybeans from inside his robe and offered them to a soldier beside him who, like him, was watching the show from the sidelines.
"What