Qin Fang figured the man was most likely filled with regret.
The despair and remorse in the man's eyes as he shrieked for mercy put Qin Fang in a rather good mood.
…There was nothing sweeter than the taste of revenge.
The man had tried to snatch the prize right from under his nose. Even though it had cost him an arm, it had still left a sour taste in Qin Fang's mouth.
But now...
...he was satisfied.
The man's pleas earned him no forgiveness.
He became an ice sculpture, following in the footsteps of the Fuling Hall disciples before him.
The rest was simple. The disciples had already exhausted themselves fighting the True Blood White Ape, and many were already injured.
Against Qin Fang, their Body Protection True Gang was as flimsy as paper. In the blink of an eye, of the fifteen Fourth Realm disciples from the Three Sects, only Lin Xingzhou remained. He was left to flee, fending off the pursuing True Blood Giant Bird...
His figure, seen from behind, looked utterly wretched.
