If he chased after him, the man really could kill him with one stroke of his sword-and get away with it!
The old bastard plainly had no regard for life or death. Supposedly, he had had a problem with his heart meridians for years. He should have cherished his life more than others and fought as little as possible, yet on this trip into the Star Radiance Mountain Range, he had already fought at full strength several times.
So far, Ye Changqing had slaughtered more than a hundred people. His killing spree almost rivaled the Centipede King's!
In other words, the Space Rings of over a hundred people had all gone to Hidden Dragon High Martial, not to mention the enemies killed by its other teachers... It was easy to imagine that Hidden Dragon High Martial had reaped the greatest harvest of any faction so far. Even calling it a mountain of wealth would have been modest!
With skills like yours, why the fuck didn't you go robbing houses instead of being a principal...
Ye Changqing and Wen Xingtian swaggered along, and no one dared stop them. Those capable of stopping them did not want trouble, while those incapable naturally did not dare. Wen Xingtian, on the other hand, still had anger to vent. Whenever he saw people searching below, he drew his Butcher Sword and plunged down to slaughter them without a care. Over the course of these trips back and forth, he handed Ye Changqing thirty Space Rings.
Ye Changqing was dissatisfied. "You killed fifty people. Why are there only thirty Space Rings?"
Wen Xingtian nearly spat blood. "These are all my personal spoils! Handing over thirty is already damn selfless of me, all right? Don't I get to keep some money to live on in retirement?"