"If you won't speak, then prepare to die!"
Lin Feng said coldly, putting a bit more force into his palm.
Zhao Ang was immediately scared out of his wits and anxiously said, "It's the hundred-year Blood Ganoderma, located in a canyon thirty miles east. There are several Divine Wind Camp disciples and Heavenly Sword Sect disciples fighting over it, I didn't dare go in alone!"
Faced with a life-and-death crisis, Zhao Ang spilled all the information to Lin Feng in one breath.
"Is that so? Thanks for letting me know!"
Lin Feng nodded slightly, then suddenly clenched his hand with force, and with a crisp sound, Zhao Ang's neck was directly snapped.
Lin Feng never held back against those who wanted to kill him. Killing such people was just that—killing. Lin Feng would never hesitate.
After killing Zhao Ang, Lin Feng searched and took his Storage Bag and Waist Token.
