The Crimson Flame Young Lord's face twitched violently, drained of all color.
Too little?
He almost thought he had misheard.
To stay alive, he had offered his entire fortune, including some of the treasures collected by the Crimson Flame Demon Clan.
This was wealth enough to drive any Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivator mad.
Yet from Chen Changqing, it had earned only two words.
Too little.
"Y-you... what else do you want?"
The Crimson Flame Young Lord's voice trembled, on the verge of tears.
He was truly terrified.
Black Scale True Lord's corpse lay nearby. That enormous body offered him no sense of security, only a chill that sank deep into his bones.
Even a True Lord had died. What could a young lord who had not even reached Tribulation Crossing possibly amount to?
Chen Changqing said nothing. He merely took a step forward.
That single step made the Crimson Flame Young Lord's legs give out. He collapsed onto the ground, bumping into the bronze war chariot behind him with a dull thud.
"D-don't kill me!"
He scrambled backward in terror, holding his storage ring high.
"Take it all! I don't want any of it!"
"Just let me go, and I... I swear the Crimson Flame Demon Clan will never trouble you again!"
The Demon Race experts around them were as silent as cicadas in winter.
The Tribulation Crossing mighty figures from the Golden-Winged Roc Clan, Ancient Dragon Clan, and Heaven-Swallowing Python Clan did not even dare breathe loudly.
They gazed at the white-robed young man as though he were a god of slaughter who had walked out of hell.
Liu Ruyan stood behind Chen Changqing, her delicate brows faintly knitted.
She looked at the Crimson Flame Young Lord's disgraceful display, then at Chen Changqing.
From what she knew of Chen