"My lord... This... This..."
The shopkeeper closed the silk bag, his face turning pale.
"What's wrong?"
The young man in a brocade robe glanced impatiently at the shopkeeper, his mood of victory from the duel immediately dampened as he looked upon that tearful old face, his brows furrowing deeply.
Thinking about the heavy losses of the caravan, the shopkeeper summoned the courage to speak to the young man in brocade:
"My... my lord. The materials of the Demon Beast I purchased from the Red Blood Wilderness cost tens of thousands of second-grade Yuan Stones... Now many Barbarian Beasts have died or been injured, a few third-grade Yuan Stones can't even cover the loss of the Barbarian Beasts, I ask you to have mercy... Ah!"
Boom!
Just as the shopkeeper was about to continue speaking, the ground in front of him suddenly exploded, leaving a deep palm print, frightening him into a scream and collapse, not daring to breathe.
