"That kid was in for it."
The Immortal Lord whose head had been smashed into a lump by the treasure seal laughed maliciously.
"How stupid. Why hadn't he run?"
An Immortal Lord sighed.
Another Immortal Lord gritted his teeth. "No, if he runs, I'll feel uneasy. We've all been robbed—how can he be the only one left out?"
They had all noticed that Zhuoyun had set his sights on Su Yi.
Su Yi stood there at his leisure without fleeing, looking at Zhuoyun with great interest and saying nothing.
That calm, unhurried bearing made Zhuoyun pause. He stopped ten zhang away and smiled gently. "Why didn't you leave earlier, Fellow Daoist?"
Su Yi smiled. "I'm a great philanthropist too. I waited here to see whether I might have a chance to show you great mercy."
The crowd in the distance was dumbfounded. What was going on?
Even Zhuoyun froze for a moment. "Is that so? Then... why not cooperate, Fellow Daoist, and donate the Demon Cores on you to this poor monk?"
Su Yi said, "Sure."
As he spoke, he took out a Demon Core, loosened his fingers, and let it fall to the ground, where it rolled to a stop before his toes.
Su Yi said, "There. Take it yourself. Remember to recite Buddhist words of praise and properly thank me."
Everyone was stunned and sucked in sharp breaths.
This fellow actually dared humiliate Zhuoyun to his face?
Fierce!
He was truly too fierce!
At this Sky Hunt Assembly, Zhuoyun was one of the most eye-catching peerless Immortal Lords, even regarded as a favorite to take first place!
Looking at the Demon Core beneath Su Yi's feet, Zhuoyun's brows gradually furrowed, while light and shadow shifted across his delicate face.
In his hand, he gripped the brick-like treasure seal