Unable to suppress the immense hatred in his heart, Fang Che reached out and grabbed Li Mengyun's sword. With a flick of his fingers, the sword emitted a dragon-like chant.
A flash of light, and Fang Che decisively severed Li Mengyun's head with the sword.
Raising the sword, the blade shimmered brilliantly, with a trail of fresh blood dripping from the tip, remaining immaculate and mirror-like.
"Good sword!"
Fang Che praised.
He kicked, gathering the four heads together, and tied their hair to each other.
Then he started searching the bodies.
Not wasting a single bit.
Yet he left their legs unsearched.
Finally, he removed Li Mengyun's Space Ring and immediately tucked it into his own bosom.
Ye Yun turned around, coldly watching him busy at work, "Finished?"
"Not yet."
Fang Che bundled up the items he found and said, "There's one more thing I need help with, Senior."
"What is it?" Ye Yun was already impatient.
