Feng Jun found this Golden Core's manner rather speechless. "That Mid-Grade Golden Core probably can't beat Ji Busheng, can he?"
"I'd wager he might not even beat Qu Jianlei," True Immortal Yi Jue replied indifferently. "This is only the second Golden Core I've seen in my life who bullies the weak and fears the strong."
"You two are right," the Golden Core Thug replied with a fawning smile. "With my meager cultivation, I shouldn't have disturbed you!"
Though he did not know who the man and woman were referring to, they were clearly two names. That meant they came from the same faction—though even setting faction aside, with the cultivation of these two, two Golden Cores and four Emergence from Dust cultivators were no match for them.
Having shown weakness, he turned to leave. "This was all my fault. I wouldn't dare disturb you further."
Who would have thought Yi Jue would snort coldly? "Stop. You think you can just leave like that?"
At those words, the Golden Core Thug's roguishness flared up. "If I'm not leaving like this, then how am I supposed to leave? I've already apologized. I'm nothing but a worthless life anyway. True Immortal, are you really going to kill someone?"
There was nothing wrong with calling his life worthless. He was already a Golden Core, yet he still did such despicable things. It was obvious how much of a failure his life had been. If they killed him, it might even count as a release.
Still, he bet they would not kill him. If they did, the Spruce Society could use that as grounds to investigate, causing them some trouble—the Spruce Society was not a major organization, but it had connections.
When he took the initiative to extort others, the Spruce Society might not intervene.