"You came late—three whole breaths late. As punishment, my subordinates will remain within the Heaven-Equaling Great Galaxy for three hours."
"If you refuse to accept that, feel free to try stopping us. Give me what I want."
After saying that, Poison Venerable held out his hand toward the middle-aged man before him. Wearing a deeply aggrieved expression, the man tossed a Spatial Ring to Poison Venerable.
Poison Venerable caught the Spatial Ring, swept it with his divine sense, and nodded in satisfaction upon seeing the countless Demon Crystals within. Then he simply remained where he was, watching those hulking brutes wreak havoc throughout the Heaven-Equaling Great Galaxy.
Countless spirit veins were blasted apart, countless galaxies were erased, and even the experts of the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan were slaughtered, their corpses stored away in Spatial Rings.
The Profound Origin Scorpion Clan tasted exceptionally wonderful. He could bring some back for those fellows to try.
And so, the middle-aged man stood there for three whole hours. For those three hours, he could only watch helplessly as these people ravaged their Heaven-Equaling Great Galaxy.
He was powerless. There was nothing he could do.
Three hours later, the several thousand hulking brutes still running rampant suddenly stopped in unison and returned to Poison Venerable's side.
They knew that their young master placed great importance on punctuality. They would not violate such a minor matter.
"Your Profound Origin Scorpion Clan has shown ample sincerity. We're leaving."
Poison Venerable gave the middle-aged man an appreciative look, then turned and departed in grand fashion with the crowd of hulking brutes behind him, leaving only the middle-aged man standing there with a livid expression.
Elsewhere, Poison Venerable led the hulking brutes onward without restraint, killing anyone who stood in their way. They were domineering to the extreme.