For Sikong Jing, what he lacked least right now was Bright Core Crystals.
Not to mention those inside the Blood Devour Dragon Pearl—he had slaughtered more than a dozen Venerables alone, leaving him with Bright Core Crystals by the handful...
One had to remember that even in the Central Plains, Venerable-level beings were figures worshipped by countless people. Sikong Jing was annoyed by the male attendant's incessant babbling, so he simply threw money at him and made him shut up.
Then Sikong Jing looked at the female attendant standing before him with her mouth agape and asked again, "Do you have any complete Army-Slaying Diagrams?"
The female attendant's mouth fell open even wider as she secretly glanced at the male attendant...
The latter immediately came back to his senses and instantly put on an incomparably enthusiastic expression. He rushed over and said, "Yes, of course our Guild has them. May I ask—"
"Get lost. I wasn't asking you."
Before he could finish, Sikong Jing let out a cold snort brimming with killing intent. His eyes, which had only just withdrawn from demonic madness, seemed to retain surging demonic qi, and a bone-deep chill instantly swept through the entire Guild.
The male attendant's legs began trembling almost at once...
When Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze, the Guild hall immediately returned to its original bustle.
Ignoring the male attendant, Sikong Jing fixed his eyes on the female attendant again. Slightly frightened, she replied, "Yes, yes. What grade of Army-Slaying Diagram would you like, sir?"
"Spirit-grade. I'll take as many as you have," Sikong Jing answered directly.
The moment those words fell, not only the male attendant beside them, but all the other attendants and the Guild's customers turned to look.
Just how wealthy did this black-clad young man have to be to