The two cultivators actually wanted to say that it's unnecessary to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, but it was too late. When the flames erupted, they engulfed them and washed away their last remaining consciousness.
Weighing the two charred spoils in his hand, Han Yu couldn't contain his laugh. A vine condensed with the power of wood wrapped around these two pieces of charcoal, along with the unfortunate fellow who was ambushed initially.
"Quan will probably cry to death."
Counting the current gains, with Gu Feng and the doctor, plus the two from earlier, and now these three, they already had seven cultivators from Yama Hall.
Two hundred and ten years of Qi Fortune, Quan Xiaotong would probably slap his face swollen out of regret!
Regretting that he shouldn't have set the price so high in the first place!
The subsequent events seemed predictable. Han Yu planned to continue hunting; eighteen dead, five captured, there should still be twelve left.
