Yang Chen observed carefully.
At first glance, this Gold Yang Liquid was no different from a drop of water. Stored in a specially prepared vial, there were roughly a dozen drops.
Yet it was golden in color and seemed to emanate an incomparably terrifying force of pure yang, making it clear that this Gold Yang Liquid was anything but ordinary.
Since all the major clans had been gathering it, they naturally knew full well just how formidable Gold Yang Liquid was.
"Is this all?" Yang Chen asked.
"This is all we have. We swear to the heavens!" The True Royal Clan members had been scared out of their wits. How could they dare lie?
Only then was Yang Chen satisfied. "Very good. Since that is the case, I'll take this Gold Yang Liquid. And you, Sea Luo Clan—where is your Gold Yang Liquid?"
"Here, here." The Sea Luo Clan immediately presented it as well, not daring to drag their feet.
They were no fools. No matter how important Gold Yang Liquid was, could it possibly be more important than their lives?
Yang Chen glanced at the Gold Yang Liquid offered by the Sea Luo Clan.
There were also around a dozen drops.
Together, they amounted to nearly thirty drops. It was neither particularly good nor particularly bad.
"Alright, you can all scram." Yang Chen had no real desire to kill these foreign clans. He had already obtained what he wanted, and killing Enlightenment Stage cultivators was meaningless. He could not be bothered to lift a hand.
The Sea Luo Clan and the True Royal Clan had been fighting fiercely just moments ago, locked in a struggle where only one side could survive. Yet now, they were astonishingly united. They first exchanged glances, and after confirming that Yang Chen truly had