Tap... tap... tap...
A few drops of hot blood splattered onto Xiao Yi's black robe sleeve.
Xiao Yi frowned.
He glanced at the ground. It was the body of a burly martial artist wielding a large axe, now dismembered.
And nearby was another martial artist holding a sword.
The martial artist looked at the corpse, his face devoid of expression. He crouched down indifferently and collected the Universe Ring and Qiankun Bag from the corpse.
Afterward, the martial artist glanced warily at Xiao Yi.
"I am from the Ghost Tiger Hall, so think carefully before you have any ulterior motives."
The martial artist coldly uttered another sentence.
Seeing Xiao Yi make no moves, the martial artist flashed away and departed.
Xiao Yi paid no attention and continued walking.
In the Central Region, such killings were too common, and Xiao Yi had no interest in intervening.
As he walked, Xiao Yi also observed his surroundings.
He intended to release his senses to probe the area.
