The rising killing intent
編輯: Misty Cloud Translations
Blood gushed out of his throat in an instant. The Golden Core cultivator kicked his feet with his eyes wide open. His body turned stiff, his head tilted to one side, and his breath was cut off.
A Golden Core cultivator's throat was slashed by her in absolute silence. There was not even a sound escaped.
She quickly took off the interspatial ring on his hand. With a move, some powder fell on the body. Before the smell of blood was blown away by the wind, she quickly retreated and hid in the jungle again.
The other Golden Core cultivator who was searching this area soon followed the smell of blood. He crouched down to examine his fallen companion and saw that there was only a mortal wound in his neck. The interspatial ring on the finger was taken as well.
In an instant, the Nascent Soul came over. He looked at the dead man on the ground, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a gloomy voice, "How did he die?"