Having crushed Liao Shen's arrogance, Xiao Hua slanted his eyes toward Jiang Zhihe. Jiang Zhihe blanched in shock and unconsciously staggered back several steps. Yet Xiao Hua only declared loudly, "Jiang Zhihe, selling out your master for glory is disloyalty; refusing to save those in mortal peril is unrighteousness. A thankless wretch, faithless and unjust like you, still dares remain before this mine? Do you truly not know that beneath this bright heaven and broad earth, retribution exists?"
The golden light that had just severed Liao Shen's arm flashed again. Jiang Zhihe had no way to evade it, and his left arm was likewise cut off. Only when Xiao Hua beckoned did the gleaming Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors return to his hand.
"Ah..." Jiang Zhihe's scream was even more miserable than Liao Shen's. Repeatedly wounded, his face turned utterly pale. He hurriedly covered the wound, trying to stem the ceaselessly gushing blood.
"I'll give you half an hour to pack up. Get out of Black Cloud Ridge at once," Xiao Hua ordered with narrowed eyes. "Before leaving, leave every Cosmic Bag inside the mine. You may not take even half a Qi Stone with you, or do not blame this old man for being ruthless."
"Yes, yes..." Liao Shen and Jiang Zhihe ground their teeth as they answered. They reached down to retrieve their severed arms and hurried back into the cave dwellings.
The Black Bear Spirit watching from the side was somewhat dumbfounded as well. He had never expected Xiao Hua to be so fiercely protective of his own. When he had wept and complained before Xiao Hua, he had merely wanted these people driven away. Who could have known that Xiao Hua would cut off both men's arms without another word? Now, seeing Jiang Zhihe and Liao Shen