Ping Yu Heaven, Kong Family.
The once resplendent Kong Residence had been reduced to a wreck. Pang Hong had spared virtually nothing that could be carried away.
After taking everything he could move, Pang Hong turned his attention to the things that could not be moved.
The Kong Residence had been built with the utmost care, and every material used was a costly cultivation resource.
Though taking part of it would not add up to fifty billion, every little bit added together made for a considerable sum.
What was even more interesting was that no one in the Kong Residence dared come out to stop Pang Hong.
Because whenever they encountered Pang Hong, the fellow would shamelessly come up to solicit donations. Worse still, if they refused to give, he would not let them leave.
Crack!
A roof beam was forcibly torn down by Pang Hong.
Just as Pang Hong was preparing to carry the roof beam out to sell, thoroughly pleased with himself, Kong Ling appeared before him with a dark expression.
"Ah!"
"Isn't this the Kong Family's Young Master?"
"You vanished for half a month. Your complexion doesn't seem too good!"
"How about donating some divine source to improve it?"
Kong Ling's face darkened further at Pang Hong's words.
"Pang Hong, you've been causing trouble for half a month. Haven't you had enough?"
"Sorry, but I really haven't had enough."
"Counting the eight hundred million you gave me at the beginning, I've gathered a total of one billion nine hundred million over these past days. I'm still very far from my goal of fifty billion."
"I heard your Kong Family has another residence here. Once I've stripped this place bare, I'll head over there immediately."
With that, Pang Hong hoisted three roof beams onto his shoulder and prepared