"Why didn't you use a trick like this earlier?" Xuan Zhen said, a little reproachfully.
Just now, in order to fight back against the blood qi, he had released every last bit of golden light he had accumulated. If Yang Zhengshan had not summoned the Bagua Furnace in time, he reckoned he would not have been able to hold out for long.
Yang Zhengshan gave him a sidelong glare. "That fire burned through more than four hundred thousand Spirit Stones of mine!"
Xuan Zhen shut his mouth, no longer daring to say even half a word.
More than four hundred thousand Spirit Stones—this was an astronomical sum even for a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
It was only because Yang Zhengshan was an Alchemist that, over several decades, he could accumulate that many Spirit Stones.
It was Xuan Zhen who had wanted to kill Mo Xuanyu, and now, in order to kill Mo Xuanyu, Yang Zhengshan had paid more than four hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Xuan Zhen was genuinely afraid Yang Zhengshan would come to him to settle the account.
"Remember to pay me back!" Yang Zhengshan naturally intended to settle the account with him.
"I can't afford it!" Xuan Zhen said, utterly shameless.
Yang Zhengshan bared his teeth. "You still have to pay it back even if you can't afford it!"
"Let's look at the spoils. Maybe Mo Xuanyu can reimburse you!" Mo Xuanyu put away his Dharma Sword and said faintly.
By now, the flames had already begun to recede, and normal light returned once more between heaven and earth.
The cawing of crows rang out, and the Golden Crow swallowed all the flames into his belly.
As for Mo Xuanyu, not even ash was left.
"Master, that fellow has already been burned by me until his soul flew apart