A crimson tableau, miserable screams.
Jiang Changkong stood in the air, looking at the martial artists perched atop the trees.
Several martial artists wore expressions of terror as they turned to leave.
"Take one more step, and this place will be your grave."
Jiang Changkong's expression was indifferent as he stared coldly at those trying to flee.
Thirteen people had followed him in total, and they were not from the same faction.
To keep up with his speed and dare come here to pick up scraps, they might not have been prodigies, but they were not far from it.
"P-President Jiang, we only came to congratulate you on your great harvest."
The few martial artists trembled, their voices stammering.
The Qingfeng Overlord had once been a prodigy of his generation.
Yet before Jiang Changkong, he had failed to withstand even one move and had been directly restrained.
They had thought the Qingfeng Overlord would block that move, turn the tables, and have the strength to fight Jiang Changkong.
But they had never imagined the gap between them would be this vast.
The Sunset Saber light was still falling, sweeping through the dense forest below.
The dense saber light was thoroughly scouring the ground. Within several hundred meters, not even a crack was left untouched.
This madman was going to turn the very earth inside out!
"Congratulations? Then where is your gift?"
Jiang Changkong said expressionlessly, "If you want to be the fisherman reaping the benefits, first take a good look at your own strength."
"Th-these are the Star Stones we brought."
The thirteen hurriedly took out their Star Stones, each producing one thousand lower-grade sixth-rank stones.
Thirteen thousand in total—1.3 million!
"What else?" Jiang Changkong said blandly. "Don't force me to make a move."
"President Jiang, why take things so