"Wuuu!"
Steward Qian struggled desperately.
But before a Divine Emperor's power, he was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
Scalding tea flowed down his throat, burning his esophagus until it spasmed.
"Enjoying it?"
Lei Potian threw the empty teapot onto the ground. With a crack, it shattered to pieces.
"Now, let's talk about those so-called rules."
Yang Lingtian rose and walked over to Steward Qian.
He looked at the fat man rolling all over the floor, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Myriad Treasures Merchant Association, is it? Go back and tell your president, An Shenhuang."
"From now on, the Chaos Sacred Sect is taking over the business in the Southern Suburban Region."
"And also..." Yang Lingtian pointed at the two guards who had already been scared limp.
"Leave these two behind. The mining area happens to be short-handed."
"As for you..."
Yang Lingtian paused, his gaze settling on the rings covering Steward Qian's hands.
"Since you came, you should at least leave some toll money behind. Take off your clothes and get out."
Steward Qian felt as if he had been pardoned. Ignoring his scalded throat, he scrambled outside on all fours.
He ran while stripping off his clothes, afraid that if he moved any slower, he would leave his life behind.
A moment later, a naked ball of flesh rolled out through the Chaos Sacred Sect's mountain gate under everyone's watchful eyes.
It drew countless disciples over to watch and laugh.
Inside the hall, Lei Potian looked at the two trembling guards, then turned to Yang Lingtian.
"Sect Master, what should we do with these two?"
"Seal their cultivation and send them to keep Mangu company." Yang Lingtian waved his hand.
"Also, that fat man had something on him."
He spread open his palm.