With Shen Qiang's help, Wenren Meiqiao stabilized herself, her delicate face flushed, yet her beautiful eyes were full of astonishment. To say that the wind was too loud to hear was something ordinary people might say, but who was Shen Qiang? The King of Demons, late Yang God Realm, he could clearly hear anything within a hundred meters.
And those bounty hunters were all cultivators. When they surrendered, they used True Qi, speaking loudly and clearly. In this situation, Shen Qiang saying he couldn't hear them was simply self-deception, meaning he had no intention of accepting their surrender.
With a quiet sigh, looking at the horse farm now razed by the gigantic sword array, Wenren Meiqiao felt a complex mix of emotions. After all, as an observer from start to finish, she clearly knew that Shen Qiang had given these people many chances.
