"What? The middle-aged man was startled, and then said angrily, "Manager An, we just handed over 10,000 five-color spiritual stones as you requested a few days ago, why are you asking us to pay again?"
"I'm not forcing you to hand it over. If you don't want to, you can go to the formation to help. You have two choices. You can decide on your own." An Xiuwen said angrily.
"Then what if I am neither willing to pay nor help?" The middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore and his temper got worse.
"Oh?" An Xiuwen glanced at the middle-aged man with interest and winked at the guard beside him.
A ray of sword light flashed across without any warning, as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning. It was faint, and it also carried the power of thundering and breaking the sky.
The one who took action was none other than the master at the early stage of the Emperor level.
This middle-aged man, not to mention not yet a King-level master, even if he had been promoted to the King-level, how could he possibly compete with an Emperor-level master? When he realized something was wrong, he drew out his sword, groaned, and spurted blood out from his mouth.
"Bang!" The middle-aged man hit the wall hard, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and finally stood up.
"If you are neither willing to pay nor help, I can give you another option, which is to ask you out. Which one do you choose?" An Xiuwen pointed to the rolling waves outside the porthole, and from time to time there were several waves.
The Sea of Death, where the sound spirit beast was roaring violently, asked with a smile on its face.
"I hand it over!" The middle-aged man looked at An Xiuwen with burning eyes, then looked at the sea of death outside, and finally threw a storage bag to An Xiuwen.
Money can be earned again, but if the spiritual roots are damaged, this life will be over. As for leaving Qingyun Suo, with his current strength, he has no chance of survival, so he actually has no choice.
"Okay, you can go back to practice. I wish you will be promoted to the rank of monarch as soon as possible." An Xiuwen took stock and said to the middle-aged man hypocritically.
"Anyone else wants to pay. Once you pay, you can go back to your room to practice. If you don't want to pay, I won't force you. Just go to the core formation to help." An Xiuwen said to the others.
The whole hall was silent. Only now did everyone know that what An Xiuwen said about not having enough spiritual stones was all bullshit. It was true that he wanted to take this opportunity to make money.
But in the face of the opponent's absolute threat of strength, no one dared to resist, even if they were filled with resentment. They could all see that if the emperor-level master hadn't shown mercy just now, the middle-aged man would never have been seriously injured.
It's simple. I'm afraid you'll be dismembered with just one sword strike.
But for ordinary people, ten thousand five-color spiritual stones are definitely not a small amount. Even an experienced spiritual weapon merchant like Mr. Ge may not be able to make a net profit of ten thousand in one trip, and no one is willing to take it out easily.
Seeing the resentment, unwillingness and helplessness in the eyes of those people, Ling Chuxi felt a little bit, this is the realm of heaven. Without strength, you can only be at the mercy of others.
To be honest, Ling Chuxi actually wanted to drag An Xiuwen down and beat him up. She had seen greedy people, but she had never seen greedy people be so despicable, shameless and shameless. To put it bluntly, what was the difference between this kind of behavior and robbery?
The difference? But after thinking about the refining techniques of flying spiritual weapons, Ling Chuxi still endured it. It will be a matter of time to deal with clowns like An Xiuwen, so there is no rush.
"It seems that no one is willing to pay, so let's continue." Seeing that no one was willing to pay, An Xiuwen was not in a hurry and waved his hand.