บท 360: Springboard

Qin Yun rode on a black wind, whistling through the sky, when he suddenly saw a tribe in a distant forest. The place was littered with corpses but there were thirteen men on horseback standing amidst them.

They were looking coldly at their surroundings.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Curved blade Dharma artifacts flew back to the men, who retrieved them.

There was also a golden light that returned to a lanky man that seemed the leader of the pack. It wrapped around his wrist, forming a golden bangle. A black luster swirled above the golden bangle.

"Brother, more than a thousand of these Qilian Tribe tribesmen are dead. Not one of them escaped." One of the horseback riders said respectfully.

"Counting the children in the pregnant women, there was a total of 1222 lives," said the lanky man softly. "Their souls have been absorbed by my treasure. It will take just short of three thousand before I reach a hundred thousand."