Seeing this, Xu Qing confirmed his sincerity and gave him a quick death.
He slit his neck.
With a wave of his hand, the one-eyed cultivator's body collapsed and turned into ashes.
The other party looked like a human but when Xu Qing attacked, he sensed that this person was a nonhuman. In reality, no matter what race he was from, it had nothing to do with life and death.
If Xu Qing's cultivation was weak, he would be the one in this tragic state. Ling'er would also be snatched away and her outcome would be even more miserable.
After dealing with it, Xu Qing picked up the storage bag and left this place.
At the same time, in a cave a few hundred kilometers away from the place where the two of them were fighting, an old man was sitting cross-legged.
The attire of this old man also covered his entire body, but his face was exposed, filled with wrinkles.