"Keep it down, you bastards!"
"That's a top-grade Divine Crystal. If you smash it, even selling you won't cover the loss!"
Zhao Wuji waved a leather whip in his hand, standing on high ground and spraying spittle as he shouted.
Ever since he had become the foreman, the old bastard's official airs had grown worse by the day.
The miners below dared not speak out despite their fury, so they could only vent it on the rocks.
At the deepest part of the mine, there was a newly excavated area.
The ones imprisoned here were all "serious offenders."
Mangu was bare-chested, his granite-like muscles slick with sweat.
He held an oversized mining pick, and every swing kicked up a gust of fierce wind.
Clang!
Sparks flew in all directions, and a piece of hard obsidian split apart with the sound.
Mangu tossed the pick onto the ground, dropped onto the pile of rubble, and panted heavily.
"To think that I, the dignified Beast Emperor, would actually fall to this state..."
He looked at his callused hands, overcome with grief.
A snort of laughter came from the shadows nearby.
"Save your strength, big guy."
Shadow Kill squatted in the corner with a small shovel in hand, cleaning bat droppings from a crack in the rock.
This assassin, who had once struck terror into everyone's hearts, now reeked of a suffocating stench.
"What the hell are you laughing at?"
Mangu glared with his ox-like eyes. "Believe it or not, I'll crack your skull open with one swing!"
"Try me."
Although Shadow Kill's cultivation had been sealed, his vicious streak remained.
Just as the two were on the verge of clashing, heavy footsteps came from the mouth of the cavern.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The ground trembled along with them.
Yang Dingtian entered swaggeringly,