Young Master Chiyan's face twitched violently, all color draining from it.
Too little?
He almost thought he had misheard.
To stay alive, he had already brought out his entire fortune, even including some of the treasures collected by the Chi Yan Demon Clan.
This was wealth enough to drive any Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator mad.
Yet in Chen Changqing's mouth, it had earned only two words.
Too little.
"What... what else do you want?"
Young Master Chiyan's voice trembled, tinged with a sob.
He was truly afraid.
Blackscale True Lord's corpse lay not far away. That massive body gave him no sense of security, only a chill that seeped into his bones.
Even a True Lord had died. What did he, a young master who had not even reached tribulation transcendence, amount to?
Chen Changqing said nothing. He merely took a step forward.
That single step made Young Master Chiyan's legs go limp. He collapsed onto the ground, slamming into the bronze war chariot behind him with a dull thud.
"Don't... don't kill me!"
He scrambled backward in terror, raising the storage ring in his hand high above his head.
"It's all yours! I don't want any of it!"
"As long as you let me go, I... I swear the Chi Yan Demon Clan will never trouble you again!"
The demon race powerhouses around them were silent as cicadas in winter.
The Tribulation Transcendence Realm mighty ones of the Golden Winged Peng Clan, Ancient Dragon Clan, and Heaven Swallowing Python Clan did not even dare breathe loudly.
They looked at the white-robed young man as though they were looking at a slaughter god who had crawled out of hell.
Liu Ruyan stood behind Chen Changqing, her delicate brows faintly furrowed.
She looked at Young Master Chiyan's pathetic state, then at