“You flatter me.” Xiang Weilong smiled proudly before looking at Sword Ghoul. “Are you satisfied now?”0

To his surprise, Sword Ghoul replied coldly, “No. And I will not be until I confirm that he’s truly dead.”2

As he said this, a hail of sword qi shot out of his body and penetrated the ground where Ye Qing was buried under.0

Xiang Weilong scoffed at his seemingly paranoid action, “You are way too cautious, my man.”0

“I agree. That young man took four of my granddaughter’s shots with his body after I poisoned him with my Soul Ender, and then he took a full-powered palm strike from Head Xiang. Even if he is still alive, I seriously doubt he’ll be able to do anything else.”0

Nefarious Codger smoked his pipe before continuing in a lazy tone, “In the jianghu, they say that the older the person, the more cowardly they become. But you seem even more cowardly than I am, an old man.”0

“Say what you want, but it’s always better to be safe than sor—”0

Sword Ghoul was...0