"They all deserve to die!"
"Good!"
Since the killing spree had already begun, Zhao Ya didn't mind killing a few more.
After all, no one would feel sorry if these scums of society, who bullied others, died.
At the same time, those green-skinned thugs realized the situation, and with cries of "Mama!", they turned to flee.
Zhao Ya sighed softly, "Why not just stand still and wait for death? Why make me put in the extra effort?"
As he spoke, Zhao Ya strolled forward, gently swinging the Meteorite Iron Saber in his hand. Though he seemed careless, he always appeared at the most appropriate position at the right moment, mercilessly reaping their lives.
When Zhao Ya reached the door, all around him lay corpses; every one of Bai San's subordinates was dead.
A drop of blood slowly dripped from the blade of the Meteorite Iron Saber before the long saber was sheathed.
Zhao Ya smiled slightly at Shang Jingchuan, "Alright, the task you asked me to do is done."
