Having crushed Liao Shen's arrogance, Xiao Hua cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Zhihe. Jiang Zhihe's face blanched in terror, and he unconsciously retreated several steps. Yet Xiao Hua continued in a ringing voice, "Jiang Zhihe, betraying your master for glory is disloyalty; refusing to save those in mortal peril is unrighteousness. An ungrateful wretch who is both disloyal and unrighteous still dares remain before this mine? Do you truly not know that retribution exists beneath this bright heaven and earth?"
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. With a beckoning gesture from Xiao Hua, the gleaming Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors fell into his hand.
"Ah..." Jiang Zhihe's scream was even more piercing than Liao Shen's. Wounded one after another, his face turned deathly pale. He hurriedly covered the wound, trying to stem the endlessly gushing blood.
"I'll give you half an hour to pack up. Get out of Black Cloud Ridge at once." Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes and ordered, "Before you leave, leave every Cosmic Bag in the mine. Not half a Qi Stone may be taken away. Otherwise, do not blame this old man for being ruthless."
"Yes, yes..." Liao Shen and Jiang Zhihe answered through clenched teeth. They reached down to pick up their severed arms and hurried back into the cave abode.
The Black Bear Spirit was somewhat dumbfounded as he watched from the side. 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 would have thought Xiao Hua would cut off both men's arms without another word? Now, seeing Jiang