Thirty or forty people—thirty or forty magical artifacts.
Though they were deeply unwilling, to Li Su's surprise, these people, even the three fairly capable ones, were extraordinarily obedient. They directly took out their magical artifacts. In the end, they still handed them over.
Li Su was somewhat taken aback by this.
He had thought he would have to kill a few more people to make an example.
In truth, he was not wrong to think so. To demonic cultivators, magical artifacts carried nearly half their wealth and were also part of their strength. In a dangerous place like Heavenly Moon Grotto, having one's magical artifact taken away was little different from having half one's life taken away.
How could they possibly be willing to hand over their magical artifacts?
They were certainly unwilling.
But when they recalled the strength Li Su had displayed—how he had killed Huang Shang and the other three as easily as swatting ants in an instant, without even the three strongest among them having time to react—
Faced with that, how could they not realize they had crashed into an iron plate?
Dry Province had long possessed an extremely mature hierarchy.
At the very bottom were undoubtedly independent cultivators, those with no one above them, forced to feel their way forward through everything on their own.
Above them were the small sects and minor clans, those with a bit of standing.
After that came groups like Hundred Demons Palace and Blood Pattern Palace—powerful organizations with decent numbers. The three led by Blood Scar were even the cream of that crop, standing at the very peak of this circle.
Honestly, if Li Su had taken any longer dealing with Huang Shang and his group, if Huang Shang and the others had been able to put up even