Wang Feng's expression darkened. These Rogue Cultivators without families were truly detestable; as long as there was money to be made, they would do anything.
She immediately rebuked them coldly, "Two thousand Qian Gold is indeed no small sum, but losing your lives over it isn't worth it. Seeing as you haven't killed anyone before, I advise you to leave at once. Stop serving as cannon fodder for the Huangfu Clan."
Unexpectedly, the Murong Brothers were not afraid in the slightest. Instead, they burst into mocking laughter.
The younger brother, Murong Zhi, said to his elder brother, "Brother, today is our final job anyway. We don't need to worry as much as before about offending the Wang Clan beyond all redemption. Why not simply go all the way..." As he spoke, he kept leering at Wang Feng with a sinister grin. "This little wench is tender and fresh, and she's still untouched. Let's let our brothers have her today."
"That makes some sense." The elder brother, Murong Zheng, laughed in a bizarre tone as well. "Before we leave, let's properly offend the Wang Clan once."
Wang Feng's pretty face turned black. Fury rose in her chest as she removed the powerful bow from her waist, drew it, nocked arrows, and unleashed a rapid string of shots.
The three arrows shot forth in a triangular formation, enveloping Murong Zheng within.
Her archery was exceptional; she had clearly put in painstaking effort. Yet the Murong Brothers were far from ordinary. Murong Zheng's body swayed, and he flashed past as swiftly as the Xun wind.
All three arrows missed!
"Brother, let's attack together and kill all those Clan Soldiers." Murong Zheng cackled. "Then we'll take this little beauty and let our brothers have a good time."
Before his voice had faded, the two