He wasn’t sympathizing with Xiao Qing; he was just annoyed that he was too slow and the fat meat in his reach had been snatched first.
Around them, some mercenaries and passersby who were also preparing to enter the mountains or had just come down stopped one after another.
They watched from a distance, pointing and whispering, but not one stepped forward to stop it.
In this lawless land, the survival of the fittest was the only Law.
“Boss, look at this kid’s tender skin…” Beside Hu Li, a greasy-looking middle-aged man with lewd eyes licked his thick lips and lowered his voice: “How about…
after we rob the wealth, you hand him over to me?” Hu Li frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his subordinate’s fetish, but ultimately nodded indifferently, as if Xiao Qing were already fish on his chopping board to be disposed of at will.
Xiao Qing’s gaze instantly turned cold, like ten-thousand-year-old ice.
“Rotten oranges are just rotten oranges; even grouped together, they won’t become fine wine.” Xiao Qing spoke these words flatly.
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.
Before his voice had even faded, Xiao Qing casually raised his right hand.
A wisp of bone-white flame, like a living sprite, leaped from his fingertip—it was the Bone Chilling Flame’s sub-flame!
The flame seemed weak, yet it emitted a bizarre aura of extreme cold and heat intertwined that made the Soul tremble.
“Go.” Xiao Qing gave a light flick, and that wisp of bone-white flame instantly transformed into two thin lines.
At a speed the naked eye could not capture, they shot toward Hu Li and that foul-mouthed greasy man respectively.
The hideous grin on Hu Li’s face instantly froze, replaced by boundless terror!
He didn’t even have time to circulate his Dou Qi before the bone-white fire line touched his body.
“No—!” A shrill scream was only half-uttered before, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Hu Li and his greasy companion—like ice and snow under a blazing fire—instantly melted and vaporized from the point of contact!
Not even a trace of ash was left behind, as if they had never existed in this world!
An instant kill!
Immediately after, Xiao Qing flicked his fingers repeatedly.
Several bone-white fire lines, like invitations from the God of Death, shot accurately toward the other mercenaries who had been hidden in the shadows and those who held malice toward him, including the gloomy man with the scar!
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
After the soft sounds, those spots were also empty.
Only a faint burnt smell remained in the air, proving that life had once existed there.
Quiet!
A deathly silence!
All the onlookers seemed to have been choked.
Their eyes were wide, and their faces were filled with extreme terror and disbelief!
They looked at the youth whose face remained calm, as if he had just casually swatted a few flies.
A chill rushed from the soles of their feet straight to their skulls!
Someone shouted first, and the dozens of onlookers instantly scattered like startled birds, desperately fleeing toward the town, fearing that if they ran a step too slow, that bizarre bone-white flame would descend upon them.
Xiao Qing didn’t even look at those fleeing figures, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.
Xiao Qing lightly brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes and turned his gaze once more toward the depths of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
“Finally, it’s quiet…” Then, Xiao Qing’s form moved, turning into a blurred figure that quickly vanished from the spot.
Only those few spots of black ash, symbolizing death, remained on the ground, silently warning those who came after.