The group encircling Fang Xing, at least in the late-stage Golden Core in cultivation, is ruthless and skillful in combat. Normally, slaughtering cultivators who don't specialize in combat would be a piece of cake, and every one of them is unusually exceptional. Yet, in an instant, seven or eight were slain by Fang Xing. The white-robe swordsman with the ghost face mask, however, looked relaxed and indifferent. Unlike when Lü Fengxian's household servants died, and he was eager to fight Fang Xing to the death, the attitude here was utterly different, making it chilling.
"They joined the Longevity Sword voluntarily and are useless trash not even reaching Slashing Realm One. If they die, let them die. Daoist Fang need not care!"
As if seeing through Fang Xing's doubt, the ghost-faced swordsman smiled and explained softly.
Clearly, this explanation, to some extent, seemed more like telling Fang Xing not to attempt to use this method to anger him.
"What the hell are you?"
