Five-River Freeport

"Please, let me go," the leader of the Black Snake Mercenary Company pleaded as his neck was gripped by John's green-scaled right hand. "I'll give you whatever you want. I have a hidden stash nearby that I can lead you to, just let me live!"

"Is this truly the limit of a normal Dao Transformation cultivator?" John scoffed, his golden eyes glowing brilliantly as he stared at the man. "Unfortunately for you, your blood essence is more valuable than any treasures you could give me," he said as he tightened his grip and snapped his neck, killing the man instantly.

His battle with the six Dao Transformation cultivators had ended almost as fast as it had started, which John felt nothing but disappointment towards. Only the man in his grip had managed to put up a sliver of resistance, although that resistance had only lasted for less than a minute.