One Kilogram of Herbs Acquired

"Qiandao, if you don't give me one kilogram of premium herbs, I will have to kill you." Qingfeng smiled coldly, with murderous wrath in his eyes.

Swoosh!

Qingfeng swiftly moved in front of Qiandao, and immediately pulled out the Red Fiery Sword in his hands. A streak of crimson lightning had struck down in front of Qiandao, only to stop at his neck.

With only a slight stab forward of the Red Fiery Sword tip, it would pierce through Qiandao's throat, and end his life.

Qiandao was terrified with the sword tip at his throat, and its icy intention to kill. Qingfeng was unbelievably fast; there wasn't any time for him to react at all.

At this point, everyone else around could tell that Qingfeng had immense power, much more so than Qiandao.

In fact, it wouldn't be fair to say power, but rather it should be combat strength, which Qingfeng had overpowered them all with.

Slash!