Did you bring the money?
Hearing Qin Guan's words, Zhi Ming slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Guan. "Little thing, do you know you're playing with fire?"
Qin Guan smiled faintly. "I've liked playing with fire since I was little. No need to scare me. At worst, I'll just change my pants."
"Ha ha!"
Zhi Ming suddenly threw back his head and laughed. "Young man, ignorant of heaven and earth. Do you think the person behind you can..."
"Cut the crap. I asked if you brought the money."
Zhi Ming was cut off by Qin Guan's deep voice just as he spoke.
The barely breathing Bei You suddenly appeared in his hand, held up by the hair.
"How dare you!!"
Seeing their noble Divine Son being held like a chick in Qin Guan's hand, the Elders of the Mandate Temple flew into a rage, killing intent piercing through heaven and earth.
Qin Guan looked at the furious Old Men and smiled. "Don't get angry. One head costs ten million Primordial Soul Stones. Before you make a move, I'm absolutely confident I can crush his head."
"Arrogant brat!"
Elder Zhang, standing behind Zhi Ming, flew into a rage. "If you dare touch a single Hair Strand on the Divine Son, then today, the Mandate Temple and the Confucian Sect will pour out all their strength and flatten the entire Dragon City!
"The Zhao Family will be wiped out, chickens and dogs alike! Everyone related to you by blood or association will be thrown into Mandate Purgatory, never to be reborn for all eternity!"
"Bang!"
As soon as Elder Zhang finished speaking, Bei You's head and Divine Soul were crushed apart by Qin Guan's bare hand. He died on the spot.
"Ah!!"
Seeing Divine Son Bei You killed, everyone present