Jiang Fan and the other two.
They killed as they traveled.
By the time they rushed out of the tunnel, all ten black-robed men and the two informants from Spirit Beast Sect were dead.
Not a single one escaped.
All became headless corpses.
The three dared not linger.
They charged down the mountain, jumped onto the back of a bird, and fled decisively.
"Alright, alright, let's settle the score!"
Shortly after taking off.
Wu Manyue rubbed her hands together, ignoring the burns on her body, and couldn't wait to pull out the severed heads she'd collected.
This time, she'd harvested six heads, adding to the four she'd previously collected—making for a total of ten heads.
Ren Guhong's face darkened, and he angrily smacked his thigh: "You really know how to snatch kills!"
He pulled out his own collection.
This time, he killed five, combined with his previous four, making nine heads in total.
Wu Manyue instantly let out a shrill, goose-like laugh.
"Oh ho ho ho!"
