Chapter 111: The Miserable Zhao Ming

"No problem, no problem…"

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord…"

The two of them no longer harbored the slightest bit of reluctance; being able to save their lives was already good enough…

Xiao Fan smiled faintly and tucked the two Storage Pouches into his robes. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary, refined youth, with not a trace of the ferocity from just a moment ago…

Senior Brother Yang Qi and Senior Brother Ren Hao looked up, their faces filled with nervousness.

They were terrified that The Terror would go back on his word.

"Why haven't you rolled away yet? Do you want to stay for a meal?" Xiao Fan said indifferently.

Hearing the other party's words, Senior Brother Yang Qi and Senior Brother Ren Hao felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

Senior Brother Yang Qi was fine; only his arm was injured, so he could still move freely.

As for Senior Brother Ren Hao, he endured the excruciating pain in his chest, gritted his teeth, climbed up, and turned to run.

He was afraid that The Terror would change his mind…

Watching the two leave, Xiao Fan suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at Zhao Ming, who was pinned to the ground by him.

Zhao Ming felt a bit unnerved by Xiao Fan's gaze…

His body couldn't stop trembling…

"You, you don't come over…"

Zhao Ming panicked because Xiao Fan was walking toward him, step by step, with a playful look on his face.

"The Jixian Sect does not allow Disciples to kill each other… You cannot kill me…"

"Don't come over, I am from the Zhao Family…"

"If you kill me, the Zhao Family will not let you off…"

"…"

Zhao Ming was already babbling incoherently, shouting nervously.

Having just seen Xiao Fan defeat two Half-step Tongtian Realm experts so effortlessly, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

"It seems your brain is far less useful than those two from just now…" Xiao Fan smiled indifferently.

When Senior Brother Yang Qi and Senior Brother Ren Hao were defeated by Xiao Fan, they only begged for mercy; they wouldn't use their Family to threaten Xiao Fan.

Because they could sense that Xiao Fan was not the type of person to be threatened; when facing such a person…

The more you threaten…

The faster you die…

Zhao Ming was already terrified; he felt the Killing Intent emanating from Xiao Fan, thick enough to be suffocating.

At this moment, he understood that the other party had murderous intentions toward him.

"I was wrong, Xiao Fan, no… my lord, please forgive me."

Zhao Ming cried miserably; he wanted to kneel before Xiao Fan, but unfortunately, his thigh was pinned by the panlong spear, and he couldn't even stand up.

"My lord, I am just a dog, please forgive me, please forgive me…"

At this moment, Zhao Ming regretted it so much that he even wished he were dead.

Xiao Fan looked at Zhao Ming coldly; in fact, he had indeed felt murderous intent a moment ago.

He hated it most when people threatened him.

That was all.

"If this were not the Jixian Sect, you would certainly die today."

Xiao Fan looked at him with a calm gaze, his tone also very calm: "However, the death penalty can be waived…"

As his voice fell, Xiao Fan moved, appearing in front of Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming's face was full of terror…

He didn't know what Xiao Fan was going to do; he wanted to scream and beg for mercy, but before he could make a sound…

The veins on his face bulged, and a scream resounded all around!

"Ah~~!!"

At this moment, Xiao Fan used his foot to snap Zhao Ming's limbs, crushing the bones of his limbs into powder.

The "crack," "crack" sounds of bones breaking accompanied Zhao Ming's continuous screams.

It made one's hair stand on end upon hearing it…

Not far away, Senior Brother Yang Qi and Senior Brother Ren Hao, who had just escaped from Xiao Fan's clutches, heard the screams coming from behind them.

Their faces turned pale on the spot, and they both looked back in unison.

They knew this voice too well; it was Zhao Ming…

Both of them were full of resentment toward Zhao Ming in their hearts; if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have ended up in this state.

But after hearing his screams…

A trace of sympathy arose in their hearts…

A moment later, Xiao Fan stopped, calmly looking at Zhao Ming, who was trembling on the ground like a pile of mud, his face full of fear, his features distorted.

He slowly pulled out the panlong spear that was stuck in the other's thigh.

He then leaned down, took the Storage Pouch from Zhao Ming's body, and put it into his own robes.

"You must cherish the opportunity to live; I hope you… do not bring about your own destruction in the future."

After saying this, Xiao Fan turned and left, returning to his Immortal Cave.

A petty person like Zhao Ming posed no threat to him.

If this were not the Jixian Sect, Zhao Ming would already be a corpse by now.

Zhao Ming's face was full of fear… Beneath him, besides blood, there was also a stench of urine…

At this moment, he felt…

It is truly good to be alive…

His limbs were shattered, and his Storage Pouch had been taken by Xiao Fan…

There was no one around, and the instinct to survive made Zhao Ming grit his teeth, his body crawling and wriggling like a snake.

A Cultivator's Physical Body far exceeds that of an ordinary person; this kind of crawling was just slower, nothing else.

As for the shattered bones, after taking some Spirit Pill medicine, they could gradually recover…

However, the shadow in his heart would likely never dissipate for the rest of his life.

As for Zhao Ming lying outside the Immortal Cave…

Xiao Fan had no mood to care whether he lived or died.

He returned to the Secret Room and opened the three Storage Pouches, feeling very good.

Senior Brother Yang Qi and Senior Brother Ren Hao had deep pockets; the two Storage Pouches together contained two thousand Spirit Stones, along with a pile of Magical Artifacts, Medicinal Pills, and such.

Zhao Ming was a bit poorer, but he still had five hundred Spirit Stones and some miscellaneous items.

After organizing everything, Xiao Fan tallied up his own net worth.

He already had over six thousand Spirit Stones on him.

Moreover, the Disciple jade tokens of the three, Senior Brother Yang Qi and the others, were also here, and the contribution points inside could also be transferred…