The True God of Poison Bone's legs went weak, and he dropped straight to his knees on the cracked bone deck.
The mighty Scavenger army that had been swaggering around moments ago had not even left behind a complete corpse. All around lay green pus melted by the poison gas.
The Main Divine Artifact staff he had been so proud of had turned into bone fragments scattered across the ground.
"Boss! I was wrong! I really am rich! I'll give you all my savings from several hundred epochs!" The True God of Poison Bone desperately rummaged around his chest, pulled out seven or eight Storage Bone Rings filled with High-Dimensional Crystals, and dumped them all at Qin Chuan's feet.
His green Meatball eyeball thrashed wildly.
Qin Chuan did not even glance at the junk on the ground.
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His right hand trembled, and the pitch-black [Moment of Utmost Darkness] slid from its sheath. Its tip came to rest firmly against the True God of Poison Bone's brow.
"Buying your life?" Qin Chuan pressed forward half a step. The blade cut straight through that layer of ashen skin, and golden-green Divine Blood flowed down the bridge of his nose. "If I kill you, your things will still be mine. Did you misunderstand this transaction?"
The True God of Poison Bone stiffened all over.
He realized that his opponent was not trying to scare him.
The sharpness on the blade, capable of severing Causal Lines, had already locked onto every Resurrection Anchor he had hidden deep within the Void.
As long as the black blade advanced another inch, he would have to bid farewell to the Origin Continent forever.
"Wait! I have intelligence!" The True God of Poison Bone shouted at the top of his lungs. "Intelligence about the Seventh