The black Gang Qi scattered. Qian Kuan was dead beyond a doubt.
Snatching up the Beast Hide Bag from the ground, Xu Yang wasted no time. He hoisted Qian Kuan's corpse and dashed off into the distance.
He ran wildly for half an hour until he came across a bottomless cave, where he tossed the already-looted corpse.
He began to circle around the Fire Valley. After about fifteen minutes, he stopped in a secluded spot.
"So much Spirit Iron!"
He opened the Beast Hide Bag and saw it was packed with fifteen or twenty pieces of Spirit Iron, large and small. They were all fully refined. Judging by the quantity, it was enough to forge two Spiritual Soldiers.
'The Blood Lotus Sect really did all the hard work for me this time. But my cultivation level was exposed; this is going to be trouble.'
He had no intention of handing this Spirit Iron over. He'd snatched it from the hands of a Blood Lotus Sect Demon, so it was his by right.
