Standing at the center of the muddy mountain, Liou Yuan's eyes flickered with a purple glint. He used his Evil Eyes to confirm that the fluctuating spiritual power of the two had completely dissipated; they had been shocked to death by him.
Only then did he restrain the roaring sound that had been emanating from his mouth.
Then, Liou Yuan, with a leisurely pace, walked out slowly from the hollow formed by the exploding mud, his body wrapped in blood-red gauze.
He looked at the two brothers on the mud mountain, now unrecognizable, with a cold expression.
"If I didn't have some tricks up my sleeve, I would've really capsized in the gutter today," Liou Yuan muttered to himself. With a flick of his wrist, he used his Artifact Control Skill to retrieve the storage bag from the waist of the elder brother, who was at Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer.
Only the brother had a storage bag, the younger one didn't, so nearly all their gains were in this storage bag.
