"No, no, no, please don't kill me! I'm much more valuable alive than dead!" Yao Chengjie wailed.
Shen Lang slapped him across the face. "And how valuable is that?"
"Please, I'm begging you, don't kill me! I have this... I'm the Young Sect Leader of the Holy Light Sect! I'm worth a fortune! You can name any price, and I'll do whatever you ask..."
His mouth filled with bloody froth, Yao Chengjie took the Sumeru Ring off his finger.
Shen Lang swept his Divine Thought into the Sumeru Ring. His face immediately darkened, and he slapped Yao Chengjie again. "The great Young Sect Leader of a Profound Iron Level Sect, and you only carry fifteen hundred Spirit Stones on you? Have you no shame? No wonder you were so fucking intimidated by my one million Gold Coins that you didn't dare say a word! Don't tell me you bought that formula on credit, too? You're from a Profound Iron Level Sect, for crying out loud! Does the Holy Light Sect have no face to lose?"
