Wang Dang was now cursing Old Wang's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. This was the Spirit Transformation realm he had talked about? A Spirit Transformation cultivator capable of making all his brothers and subordinates vanish?
Go fuck yourself.
Before Old Wang behind him could even beg for mercy, his figure had already vanished into the starry sky.
"Oh? You want me to spare you? Give me a reason I can't refuse."
With a thought from Ye Lin, the three warships in the distant starry sky exploded at once. Several exceptionally exquisite cards from aboard the warships flew into Ye Lin's hand.
"What are these?"
Ye Lin played with the five cards as he asked Wang Dang.
"Senior, these are Sacred Bank's exclusive cards. With them, you can exchange them at Sacred Bank for the corresponding immortal stones or cultivation resources. The balance on these five cards is only one hundred each—five hundred low-grade immortal stones in total."
"Senior, these are my savings from over a thousand years. Now they're all yours, all yours."
Hearing Wang Dang's explanation, Ye Lin was speechless. You'd spent over a thousand years building your fortune through robbery and only saved five hundred low-grade immortal stones? That was truly absurd.
"Alright. Go die."
After Ye Lin spoke, Wang Dang discovered in terror that his body was gradually disappearing. Soon, it dissipated completely.
"Alright, let's continue on our way."
After saying that, Ye Lin returned to the chair behind him and sat down, toying with the five cards in his hand. There were over a thousand mysterious miniature formations within these cards, and their material was extraordinarily tough—even he could not damage them in the slightest.
Not to mention that each card carried a faint yet immense power. They looked far from ordinary.
"Senior, Sacred