"Spare us, Senior, spare us!" Cold shivers ran down the spines of the seven.
"What use is it to keep you?" One bandit sneered coldly, as a sharp icicle formed in his hand and with a wave, it pierced through the chests of the three in front in an instant.
The three fell dead!
"Ah! Run!" As the three died instantly, the four left were terrified, and one, unable to withstand the pressure, got up to flee.
However, how could a minor cultivator in Qi Cultivation run past the opponent's spell?
He had barely taken ten steps before being reduced to char by a fireball.
"Senior, spare me. I have important information of absolute use to you!" The three remaining minor cultivators were completely lost, and one quickly spoke as he suddenly remembered something.
"Important information?"
"Yes, yes, Senior, this information will bring you immense benefits!"
"Oh? Then let's hear it. If it truly is as you say, sparing your life isn't impossible." The bandit looked teasingly at the attendant.
