Yang Dingtian suddenly came to his senses, and that trademark roguish grin instantly spread across his face.
"Heh heh, Big Brother's right. If such a fat sheep has come knocking, it'd be a crime not to slaughter it!"
He strode over to Jian Wuchen.
By now, Jian Wuchen had completely passed out. He was barely breathing in, with no breath coming out.
Yang Dingtian showed not the slightest courtesy. He grabbed Jian Wuchen's hand.
With no mercy whatsoever, he stripped off the Storage Ring set with gemstones.
"Oh, this ring's high-end goods. It's mine."
Next, his gaze fell on the clothes covering Jian Wuchen's body.
"Tsk, tsk, this brocade robe is a defensive divine artifact too. A little damaged, but it'd still fetch quite a bit as scrap."
"These boots aren't bad either. Cloud-Treading Boots? Off they come!"
"This belt... Hey, it's actually a Space Belt. Good stuff!"
Under everyone's dumbfounded stares, Yang Dingtian pawed over Jian Wuchen from head to toe like a bandit storming into a village.
In less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea,
the originally dashing Young Sect Master of the Nine Star Sword Sect had been stripped until he was left with nothing but a red pair of underwear embroidered with mandarin ducks frolicking in water, lying stark naked on the ground.
The sight was simply an assault on the eyes.
"That's enough. Leave him his underwear. Don't dirty the Lu residence's ground."
Yang Lingtian spoke indifferently.
Only then did Yang Dingtian reluctantly stop. He weighed the heavy spoils in his hands, his face full of satisfaction.
"You... you..."
The two elders, their faces pale from the backlash of losing their bonded flying swords,
now watched their Young Sect Master being humiliated so thoroughly, trembling with rage.
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