"To me, this is nothing more than a trifling little thing. If you are willing to trade your life for it, what do I have to fear?" Ye Xiwen said calmly.
The one-horned burly man immediately felt a chill run through his entire body. He did not know why, but he felt that Ye Xiwen was absolutely not bluffing. If he truly fled with the Thunder Origin, what awaited him would likely be a dead end.
It felt as though he had been marked by someone, as if he would be unable to escape even if he fled across the entire Creation Realm.
He found it rather strange. He had concealed his cultivation deeply, but only he himself knew that he had already stepped into the Quasi-Emperor realm. How could this man be so terrifying?
Having cultivated to this day, he would not believe this was some illusion. For cultivators at their level, the sixth sense could absolutely not be mistaken.
"Of course, of course. Hehe, esteemed guest, you must be joking!" The one-horned burly man hurriedly laughed. What had just been a joke now carried a genuinely ingratiating undertone.
The Thunder Origin was not particularly useful to him, but for one who cultivated the Dao of Thunder, its value went without saying. Such a thing was simply beyond comparison with ordinary heavenly treasures, priceless beyond measure.
It was certainly enough to serve as a deposit.
"Since there is no problem, I shall take my leave first," Ye Xiwen said.
He could sense that when he had casually produced the Thunder Origin, traces of greed had appeared in the eyes of some stall owners. If they had not feared the unfathomable depth of his strength, someone would likely have tried to seize it by force on the spot.
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