Pan Jueyun suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said, "Sir, don't kill me. If you kill me, it would mean offending the Dan Alliance, and in the future, you will have no right to purchase any elixirs from them. Moreover, my master is..."
Before Pan Jueyun could finish his words, Ren Feifan twisted the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand and slashed down directly.
Pan Jueyun's head fell to the ground.
Blood gradually stained the ground.
His eyes didn't close. Even at the last moment when he brought up the Dan Alliance, he couldn't save himself.
Ren Feifan stared at the headless corpse before him and sneered, "What is the Dan Alliance to me, Ren Feifan? I can refine my own elixirs, so why should I fear them!"
Having done all this, Ren Feifan squatted down and picked up a miniature alchemy furnace from the opponent's sleeve.
At this moment, the alchemy furnace had already lost its luster, and because of Pan Jueyun's death, it had become ownerless.
