Chu Zheng slightly shook his head, "Damn middlemen."
However, regardless whether the bounty was thirty thousand or three million, it had nothing to do with him, as he couldn't possibly behead himself to claim the reward.
Unless he had cultivated the Indestructible Great Mystical Power, decapitating himself and then regrowing his head.
Chu Zheng had no intention of wasting any more words with the two men before him and drew the Town Immortal Mace.
Raising the Jade Mace halfway into the air, he suddenly paused, then lowered it and, reversing his hand, pulled out a small notebook, looking towards the Meng-surnamed strong man:
"What's your name?"
As the first Immortal Path Cultivator to die under the Town Immortal Mace, the man deserved to have his name recorded.
"Such courage."
Seeing Chu Zheng's calm demeanor, the blue-robed great man let out a cold laugh and glanced at Song Lingqing: