THUD!
The Green Robe Cultivator's head, its face still frozen in a look of shock and disbelief, fell to the ground. It rolled a few times, gathering dust.
Lin Changheng's figure fully appeared. The Streamlight Sword flew back to him. With a flick of his finger, he shook off the bloodstains and sheathed it with a reverse-hand motion.
The Black Seal Platform, now out of control, rapidly shrank back to its original form and fell to the ground with a CLANG.
Without sparing the two corpses a glance, he first extended his hand and beckoned. The shrunken Black Seal Platform and the Green Robe Cultivator's Storage Bag flew into his grasp. Only then did his gaze fall upon the Storage Bag dropped by the Qiu Family Ancestor and the damaged copper bowl.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
And this oriole needed only a fleeting moment of weakness to decide the outcome.
Aside from his perfect timing just now, Lin Changheng had only done two things.
