The woman turned around, her face pale. "I didn't obtain anything in this burial garden. Please, Senior, let me go."
"Didn't obtain anything? Open your Void Ring and pour everything out for us to inspect!" the man shouted.
This was the norm in the burial garden. Now, it was not only the area outside the burial garden's gate that was under someone's control—even the area inside the gate was occupied. Those who had obtained opportunities were robbed by every possible means. Even those who had gained nothing had to have their Void Rings inspected.
For those exploring the burial garden, this was no blessing. Unless they came from a major force and possessed sufficient strength, they also needed luck.
The woman was furious and aggrieved. "Senior, I swear I didn't obtain anything. I only saw through the danger of this burial garden and didn't want to continue."
"Enough nonsense. Open your Void Ring!" Beside the burial garden's gate, a man rose to his feet. He appeared before the woman in a flash and grabbed at her Void Ring.
The woman's face flushed red as she raised her hand to resist, but the moment her arm touched the man, it snapped. The man seized the Void Ring from her hand, while his other hand swept toward her neck.
This man's attack was vicious. He did not care whether the woman lived or died—or rather, that was precisely his purpose. A crisis was the best way to reveal a person's trump cards. Opportunities did not necessarily refer to physical objects; they could also be cultivation methods or battle techniques. He wanted to force the woman into revealing whether she had obtained any inheritance.
If the woman had not obtained an inheritance, this strike would be enough to kill her.
The woman's neck