"Senior, please use your discerning eyes! Please see the truth! I swear I never had any intention of killing anyone! I gave clear instructions to my subordinates: just hijack a flying boat, strip off a few sets of clothes, and go through the motions so we could go back and report!"
Li Tianxing waved his hands frantically, practically ready to swear on his life.
"That feathered beast and I are not in cahoots! Do you have any idea how badly Yingzhao suffered at your hands?"
"For that paltry benefit, would I make the Blood Fiend Sect the sworn enemy of the mighty Qingxuan Sect? Do you take me for a fool?"
Upon hearing this speech of absolute "industry conscience," Li Pingyi slowed the pace of his chewing.
He looked up and down at the Evil Cultivator kneeling rigidly before him, and his estimation of this fellow instantly rose by several notches.
Good heavens, what a talent.
Daring to fool even his own client, taking all the benefits and then turning around to blame others—with this kind of business acumen and professional standard, it was a waste for him not to work as a sales manager at Wanxiang Workshop.
He swallowed the piece of roast meat in his mouth, abruptly changed his tone, pointed a finger at the Magic Treasure beside him, and his gaze turned icy cold.
"Then what about the tens of thousands of wronged spirits you keep in your banner? Based on that alone, killing you a hundred times wouldn't be unjust."
Chapter 280