The scent of blood filled the air as those people fell down one by one. They weren't dead, but just kept on wailing in pain.
"Where did you get the news about the Violet Gold Spirit Deer?" Wei Feng's voice drifted out of his mouth. With one hand, he held the branch against the one-eyed man's throat. The branch was not sharp, but the one-eyed man didn't dare to take a breath.
"Hero, spare my life, hero, spare my life…"
"Speak!"
As Wei Feng shouted, he thrust the branch in his hand further forward and a trace of blood seeped out of the one-eyed man's throat. The man's face turned pale in shock: "Someone released the news, it is said that an extremely rare Violet Gold Spirit Deer has appeared in this town. Many cultivators already know about this matter. Moreover, someone has issued a mercenary mission and they are already on his way here, also …also…"