For a moment, Li Yun stood there silently, looking at Xue Ming's corpse. Then he let out a faint sigh and shook his head.
The road of martial arts had never been peaceful.
It was a path paved with bloodshed, struggle, and endless slaughter.
No one could climb to the summit of martial arts without stepping over countless dangers and enemies.
This would not be the last killing in his life.
On the contrary, such battles would only become more frequent as he continued forward.
But Li Yun felt no fear.
He stretched out his hand, and Xue Ming's storage ring flew into his palm.
After sending a thread of qi into it, the ring opened. Inside were several gold cards, a large number of mid-grade spirit stones, many medicinal pills, and various other treasures and miscellaneous items.
"A respectable harvest."
Li Yun put away the storage ring, and his gaze soon shifted toward the room entrance behind Xue Ming.
