C952 Conspiracy Against Heaven

"Senior, how should we deal with this corpse?" The fat man regained his senses, kept his Heaven-fighting Halberd and swept his gaze over the corpses, then looked at Mo Ziyang and asked.

With a flick of Mo Ziyang's finger, a stream of Sword Qi roared out, and the scar-faced black clothed man's corpse instantly turned into a bloody mist.

"Senior, who are these people?" The fat guy asked again