At that moment, a large hand grabbed him from behind and directly lifted him into the air.
Lin Shiguo flailed his arms and legs, but he couldn't do anything about the hand gripping his neck.
"Don't kill me, I'm willing to surrender. I know many of Wei Hongbin's secrets, I have a lot of..."
Before he could finish the last word, Zhao Ya applied a bit of force with his wrist.
Crack.
Lin Shiguo's neck was snapped.
His pleas for mercy were cut short, his arms and legs went limp, yet there was still a faint glimmer in his eyes, proving he wasn't completely dead.
Zhao Ya casually threw him to the ground, and then that flicker of light completely extinguished.
"Later, use ropes to hang both his and Yuan Chenfeng's corpses in front of the Martial Arts Hall, let Wei Hongbin and his followers take a good look." Zhao Ya said.
"Understood." Several disciples who had rushed upstairs immediately responded.
