Luo Zheng's voice echoed through the air like thunder, making the Yang Souls' scalps tingle with numbness.
The three elders of the Yuanling Clan exchanged glances when they heard Luo Zheng's words.
They appeared calm on the surface, but their hearts were filled with worry.
If Luo Zheng had come looking for trouble for no reason, they would be in deep trouble this time. But if there was a reason behind it, the situation would be different. Matters that could be negotiated were always easier to resolve.
"Human friend, could you wait a moment? Let me ask the Liyuan Clan," the leading elder said, cupping his hands toward Luo Zheng.
Then the flying eagle beneath his feet rapidly descended and shot straight into the temple.
Only after the time it took an incense stick to burn did the elder return before Luo Zheng on the flying eagle. With a calm expression, he said, "I apologize to you for what those people from the Liyuan Clan did. They broke the rules, so we'll pay the one hundred million Soul Pills."
One hundred million Soul Pills was merely the toll for ten thousand people. It was easy enough for the Liyuan Clan to produce.
The damage Luo Zheng had inflicted on this great city alone was worth more than one hundred million Soul Pills. Besides, if they refused to pay, they would probably have to pay an even greater price.
What the elder was worried about instead was that Luo Zheng might go back on his word. After all, they had no room for bargaining whatsoever.
"Have someone deliver them to the Star Ring of the human race in the Twelfth Heaven. Exchange the one hundred million Soul Pills for one hundred units of Soul Crystals," Luo Zheng said.
As for the