"Kid, you're dead! You dared to kill Third Master Wang. Not even God himself can save you now!"
After a long moment, Cheng the Seventh, whose arm Yang Xiao had crippled earlier, finally reacted, screaming viciously at him.
Yang Xiao, however, paid him no mind. He simply walked forward and removed the Storage Ring from Wang Qianshan's hand.
A Storage Ring was a rare treasure for an ordinary Martial Artist; even most in the Innate Realm couldn't hope to obtain one.
But every single person in Wang Qianshan's crew had one. It seemed they were doing quite well for themselves.
'Whoa, look at all this good stuff. Five stalks of Fifth-level Spirit Medicine, and over a hundred stalks of Fourth-Grade Spirit Medicine. There aren't any Third-Level Spirit Medicine, but there are six or seven large chests of gold and jewels. Tsk, tsk... Huh? Is that a Sixth-Grade Spirit Medicine in that box?'
Yang Xiao was stunned.
'Is this guy really just Wang Qianhe's brother?'
