"I... I'm only a businessman!" Zong Rui was scared out of his wits. He scrambled and crawled to his knees. "Spare me, sir! I don't know anything! I only bought a few things from him!"
Shen Che walked toward him, his voice calm.
"Hand over the Storage Bag on you."
Zong Rui's fat body suddenly stiffened, and the last trace of color drained completely from his face.
His trembling hand seemed to reach for the Storage Bag at his waist, but the instant he lowered his head, a vicious glint flashed across his face.
He moved.
His target was not Shen Che, but Liu Jun beside him, who had yet to recover his senses!
Zong Rui's movements were utterly at odds with his build. He was as fast as a fat pig pouncing on food, snatching Liu Jun by the throat and dragging him in front as a shield.
"Don't come any closer!"
"If you dare move even once, I'll crush his throat immediately!"
Zong Rui's voice was shrill and grating, filled with madness.
Liu Jun only felt an immense force clamping down on his neck, making it difficult even to breathe. He never could have imagined that, as a Body Tempering Realm cultivator, he would not even have a chance to react.
Shen Che stopped, watching him expressionlessly.
Zong Rui thought his threat had worked and backed away with a ferocious grin.
"Let me go, or he's dead for sure!"
Shen Che suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a strange cadence.
"Roar!"
A low dragon's roar rang out—not from his mouth, but from the turbulent oscillation of the qi surrounding him.
The sound wave was invisible, yet it struck directly at the soul.
Zong Rui felt as though a heavy hammer had smashed viciously into his mind. Golden stars burst