Xu Zimei wiped the blood off his hands, feeling that getting stained with the blood of these ants was an insult.
An insult to him.
However, with just a slight wave of his arm, the black-robed man's weapon and head were already separated.
The remaining black-robed figures looked grim.
They knew, this time they'd stepped on a hard one.
But recalling the background behind a few of them, the black-robed figures still mustered some courage.
Though they weren't foolish enough to jump out and threaten Xu Zimei with their status.
One of them stepped forward and said respectfully, "This disturbance to you, senior, is our fault.
We apologize to you here.
Now that this person is dead, could you let us leave and let bygones be bygones?"
This black-robed man's words were light; he did not pursue Xu Zimei and also hoped Xu Zimei would spare them.
After all, the Abyss of Nightmares behind them was not only powerful but also housed many who were hard to kill.
