"Who are you? How dare you break into the Deacon Hall? You're courting death!" Perhaps due to Wuji's Will earlier, the sinister man had failed to recognize him at first.
Wuji sneered. With a thought, the power of Will in his mind instantly dissipated into nothingness.
Freed from the restraint, the sinister man's memories of Wuji quickly returned.
"You... how dare you do this to me? I will never let you off lightly!" Murderous intent filled the sinister man's eyes. He wished he could tear Wuji into ten thousand pieces immediately.
"No, your strength cannot be this great. You are definitely not at the Saint King level—you must be a Saint Emperor.
You've got quite the nerve, falsely reporting your realm. You're at least a late-stage Saint Emperor, so you must pay one million Saint Stones.
And you even dared trespass into the Deacon Hall. Your crime is severe. You will be fined three million Saint Stones, plus one million Saint Stones for emotional damages. I'll spare you for today." A crafty glint flashed through the sinister man's eyes before he spoke viciously.
In his eyes, Wuji was already as good as dead.
But before that, he wanted to squeeze every last bit of wealth out of Wuji.
Perhaps this would be quite a substantial haul.
I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I didn't come here to give you Saint Stones. I came to collect a debt.
Three million Saint Stones. Not one less.
"You insolent bastard! How dare you look down on me? Die!" The sinister man flew into a rage. He smashed his chair with one palm and launched an attack at Wuji from afar.
Boom! Their attacks collided, yet Wuji's strike did not cause the slightest ripple.
He had not even used a tenth of his