"Why?"
Qingdaofu landed on the ground, dusting off his body, and a smile reappeared on his face, but this time it was extremely cold.
"Because they went against the interests of the organization, and those who challenge the organization never meet a good end."
"You deserve to die!"
Ren Feng's killing intent was icy cold, and his entire presence had locked onto Qingdaofu.
"No, no, no, Mercenary King, I think the one who'll die today might not be me."
Qingdaofu snapped his fingers, and suddenly, from both the left and right passages of the square, a terrifying aura erupted, directly targeting Ren Feng!
Like two unsheathed swords, their blades were sharp and not weaker than Ren Feng.
From both passages, a man walked out.
The man on the left was a young man, wearing a religious white robe that covered even his head, making his face hard to see, but his eyes carried a solemn and cold expression.
Arbitrator, Sean.
