Forming the Martial Gate
Jiang Chen once again set the Demonic Soul Blade against He Yu's neck.
"Tell me, do you think I dare kill you?" Jiang Chen said coldly. Then the blade lightly sliced through He Yu's skin, and blood began to flow.
As long as Jiang Chen applied a little force, he could easily cut He Yu's throat.
He Yu's expression changed drastically. Combined with the agony coming from his left hand, this made him realize that Jiang Chen was a ruthless man.
Of those who had cultivated to their current level, whose hands were free of blood?
"You don't need to agree. The storage bag on you is mine now. If you have the ability, come take it back next time. I'll be waiting." After speaking, Jiang Chen forcibly took the storage bag from He Yu and claimed it for himself.
"You—" He Yu flew into a rage.
That was all his wealth! And now, not only had he failed to snatch Jiang Chen's mystic stones, but Jiang Chen had also robbed him of everything he carried.
The other Cave Profound Realm veteran disciples were frightened as well.
"And you lot—if you don't want your hands and feet chopped off, hand over your storage bags. I can spare you. But if you resist and force me to take them myself, the consequences will be severe. Choose." Jiang Chen said.
One of them tried to run.
Jiang Chen responded by throwing out a spirit talisman, which trapped him on the spot.
Jiang Chen swung the Demonic Soul Blade in his hand, and one of the man's hands was instantly severed.
"Ah!" the man screamed as Jiang Chen stomped him to the ground and directly took his storage bag. His actions were utterly domineering.
In truth, Jiang Chen had