"Why is there only this little?"
Wang Wu, who had seemed so easy to talk to, flew into a rage the moment he received the results of more than a year's work.
"You two pieces of trash—is this all the spirit herbs you have? If not for this four-jin piece of Spirit Iron, you wouldn't even be able to exchange this for three hundred Spirit Stones. Do you think I raised you for fun?"
The two youths lowered their heads, trembling all over, not daring to offer even the slightest verbal defense.
His curses carried far—so far that Wang Yu, who had just entered the Prince's Residence, heard them. From that, one could glimpse the weight of his accumulated authority.
He continued approaching, and when he reached the space beneath the window lattice, he stopped. The Grand Yin Nether Eye activated, and through the wall he looked inside. The Soul Fire that belonged to Wang Wu bloomed in his eyes.
The Profound Origin Demonic Fetus, which had originally lain dormant inside him and was already more than half formed, actually sent over a surge of desire to devour, like a kind of instinctive guidance.
Demonic Dao Secret Arts were indeed strange. It was just that now was not yet the time to devour Wang Wu, so after suppressing that feeling—
Wang Yu's gaze swept over the surroundings, especially the guest rooms of the Prince's Residence.
After checking them one by one and discovering no aura of any other cultivator, his heart settled.
An opportunity!
"Rumble—"
There was no telling what had happened. Wang Wu, whose vigilance was extremely low, had just been preparing to personally teach these two useless juniors a lesson when he saw the wall of the room shatter with a crash.
An Armored Figure wreathed in eerie