Zheng Chaoyang reached out and seized Li Xiaowen by the throat. With a twist of his fingers, there came a crack, and Li Xiaowen's neck was snapped at once. Blood flowed from the corner of Li Xiaowen's mouth, and he immediately lost all signs of life!
Though Li Xiaowen was dead, his eyes remained wide open. He... truly had never imagined that he would survive such perilous places as Nancai Ping and Yulian Mountain, only to reach Hundred Zhang Peak, encounter fellow Daoists from Heaven's Abandonment, and be ambushed and killed by a fellow Daoist he had once known!
At the very moment Zheng Chaoyang ambushed Li Xiaowen, Meng Xian likewise flew behind Xun Feiyan and smashed a fist into the back of his head. Like an overripe watermelon, Xun Feiyan's brains burst apart. He was even more thoroughly dead!
The two worked together in perfect tacit understanding, carrying out their ambush within the span of a breath. Though Xiao Hua had already killed quite a few people, before their lightning-fast killing moves, he could only stare dumbfounded!
Zheng Chaoyang and Meng Xian almost simultaneously killed Li Xiaowen and Meng Xian, yet they paid no heed to Xiao Hua, who was falling straight toward the ground. They immediately tore the storage pouches from the two corpses, then felt around inside their sleeves and each took out a spirit storage pouch!
"Ah? Spirit storage pouches?" Meng Xian nearly threw back his head and laughed. "Li Xiaowen truly was rich and overbearing. Worthy of being a talisman maker from Heaven's Abandonment—he even had spirit storage pouches!"
Zheng Chaoyang was equally delighted. He tossed aside the corpse in his hand and was just about to open the spirit storage pouch when Xiao Hua, who had fallen beside him, suddenly moved!
Xiao Hua stretched