บท 237: Jing Xi

Zhang Zhihui put away his sword and looked at the deep bottomless cliff. Ye Mo fell down like a meteor, and there was no way he could live.

"Brother Zhang, what was that?" Even Xi Wushan was confused.

Zhang Zhihui nodded and said, "Perhaps I used too much force on that sword, and I didn’t expect this punk to be so weak that he got blasted away by my sword."

Although people were still confused, this explanation could barely work.

"Sigh, that’s a pity, in that case, friends, goodbye. We will be packing away the metal chain bridge." Xi Wushan’s eyes was gleaming with light as he spoke to the crowd.

Zhang Zhihui’s face was bleak. Although he really didn’t want to go like this, the auction holder had already made the announcement. This was someone else’s land, so he had no excuse to stay. He knew that as soon as he left, they would go down the cliff and find that young man.