He had that kind of nerve. Besides, most of his Mystic Pills had come from windfalls—selling grandpa's fields did not hurt quite so much. This was not even the first time in his life he had squandered riches like this. So long as it was worthwhile, he dared to throw everything on the line.
Even so, ten million Mystic Pills were no small sum. He had originally possessed a full twenty million Mystic Pills, but breaking into the Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm this time had consumed five million outright, leaving him with only fifteen million. If he spent another ten million now, the remaining five million would not be much. Though it was still an enormous amount to ordinary people, to him, it felt somewhat like years of hard work vanishing overnight, sending him straight back to the days before liberation.
"How do we do it?" Ye Xiwen asked.
Since they were doing it, they would do it at once. He was no indecisive person, so he immediately asked.
"It is simple. Lure him over, then activate the Ghost Heart Fire Grand Formation. You can severely wound him on the spot. It is a pity your cultivation is not high enough. Otherwise, the Ghost Heart Fire Grand Formation alone would be enough to grind him into nothing, without the slightest difficulty. If your strength were comparable to his, killing him would be no problem at all!" Ye Mo sighed.
Ye Xiwen's face turned slightly green. Ten million Mystic Pills just to severely injure an expert at the Late Stage of Death Mystic Realm—this could not be called anything but extravagance. Still, the results would be excellent. With his own strength alone, he could never accomplish such a thing.
"Fine, then we'll do it. That old dog has been