Looking at Zhao Wuya’s flustered expression, Wei Chao grinned, “Don’t worry, Old Bro Wuya, wait after I kill this punk. As long as I find a chaos herb on him, you will get some benefits as well.”

Zhao Wuya’s heart quivered. What if there was no chaos herb in Huang Xiaolong’s possession? Was Wei Chao going to kill him to vent his anger instead?

“Many thanks in advance to Brother Wei Chao.” Zhao Wuya forced a smile on his face.

The truth is, Zhao Wuya’s thinking wasn’t wrong. After going through the laborious effort of killing so many disciples of big families and sects, if Wei Chao really ended up empty handed, he would tear him apart to vent his anger.

Wei Chao turned his attention back onto Huang Xiaolong, a long sword silently appearing in his hand. On the body of the sword was a life-like red diagram of a majestic...