Jiang Fan and the other two.
They killed as they traveled.
By the time they rushed out of the tunnel, all ten black-robed men and the two informants from Spirit Beast Sect were dead.
Not a single one escaped.
All became headless corpses.
The three dared not linger.
They charged down the mountain, jumped onto the back of a bird, and fled decisively.
“Alright, alright, let’s settle the score!”
Shortly after taking off.
Wu Manyue rubbed her hands together, ignoring the burns on her body, and couldn’t wait to pull out the severed heads she’d collected.
This time, she’d harvested six heads, adding to the four she’d previously collected—making for a total of ten heads.
Ren Guhong’s face darkened, and he angrily smacked his thigh: “You really know how to snatch kills!”
He pulled out his own collection.
This time, he killed five, combined with his previous four, making nine heads in total.
Wu Manyue instantly let out a shrill, goose-like laugh.
“Oh ho ho ho!”
“Finally, it’s my turn to hit the jackpot!”
“Quick, quick, hand them over! Brother Ren’s Five-Colored Spirit Liquid, Junior Brother Jiang’s Bodhi Pill!”
“They’re all mine now!”
Jiang Fan glanced back at the distant Spirit Beast Sect.
Feeling slightly relieved.
He smirked and said, “Who said you’ve won?”
Wu Manyue sneered: “Trying to cheat, are you?”
“Let me break it down for you.”
“This time in the tunnel, along with the two informants from Spirit Beast Sect, there were fourteen disciples in total.”
“I killed six, Brother Ren killed five, and the remaining three—assuming they were all killed by you.”
“Adding your previous four, that makes seven kills for you overall.”
“I’ve got nine, Brother Ren has eight, and you have seven.”
“Crystal clear and undeniable.”
“Hand over the goods!”
She triumphantly extended her elegant hand, like a proud little peacock, brimming with confidence.
Ren Guhong pulled a sour face and reluctantly took out the barrel of Five-Colored Spirit Liquid.
He patted Jiang Fan on the shoulder and said, “Junior Brother Jiang, take your loss like a man.”
“We’re all in the same boat.”
“Once it’s safe, let’s find a place to drink and drown our sorrows.”
Jiang Fan smiled faintly: “Brother Ren, I think you’ll be drinking alone.”
He silently pulled out three severed heads.
Then added another four severed heads.
And finally, another twelve severed heads.
“Apologies, but I’m the one who’s won.”
Ren Guhong and Wu Manyue froze in place.
They stared, wide-eyed, at the rolling heap of severed heads—more than double the total they’d collected together.
“Junior Brother Jiang, where did those twelve extra heads come from?”
Ren Guhong asked, stupefied: “When did we encounter those?”
Jiang Fan shook his head: “You two didn’t encounter them.”
“I did. Then I killed them all.”
Damn it!
Ren Guhong’s eyes widened: “You went big before even meeting up with us?”
Seeing Jiang Fan nod, Ren Guhong was dumbfounded: “So, that means…”
“The game was over before it even started?”