Shen Haoran's icy killing intent finally jolted the Martial Artist out of his greed. His eyes filled with terror. He didn't doubt for a second that Shen Haoran would snap his neck in the next moment.
"I... Brother Shen, First Master Shen, spare me! I know I was wrong!" the Martial Artist quickly begged for mercy, snot and tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.
"Spare you? Too late!" In response to the Martial Artist's plea, Shen Haoran just let out a cold snort. He then lifted his foot and kicked him in the abdomen. A violent force surged out, and the Martial Artist's body shot away like a cannonball, landing several dozen meters away, his fate unknown.
"Brothers, kill him! If we kill him, the Spirit Stones here and the Storage Ring in his hand will all be ours!"
"Yeah, let's attack together and kill him!"
Shen Haoran's action, far from intimidating these Martial Artists, only made the greed in their eyes grow stronger. They all roared and charged toward Shen Haoran.
