Ren Feifan gripped the sword hilt once again and was about to pull it out when the sinister young man, his eyes bloodshot, trembled and stammered:
"Don't… please don't… I beg you, I truly don't know… wait… though I don't know, my Third Uncle certainly does! He's in charge of everything, including refining that elixir and hunting. He absolutely knows!"
Ren Feifan finally loosened his hand, lifted his head, and a glimmer of light flickered in his eyes. He asked, "Where is your Third Uncle?"
"He's out hunting with the others, should be back soon. Please spare me… I swear…"
Before the sinister young man finished speaking, Ren Feifan abruptly swirled the Ancient Dust Sword, and the young man's body was instantly shredded to pieces.
"Sorry, but your promise means nothing to me, Ren Feifan."
After completing this act, Ren Feifan turned the Ancient Dust Sword and drove it directly into the center of the formation!
"Boom!"
