Each Taking What They Needed, All Rejoicing

"You... you're the mole!"

Shock appeared on the man's face, while the young man across from him remained as cold and expressionless as ever.

Silence fell between them. After a long while, the man gave a bitter laugh and raised his hands.

"What a method. If the great sects are all monsters like you, then our loss was no injustice."

The youth neither confirmed nor denied it. "Bind your own spiritual power and come back with me. You still have a chance."

The man nodded, raising both hands high in surrender. "I know, I know. You people... must be dreaming. Go to hell!"

Halfway through his words, lightning suddenly burst from his hands and shot toward the youth before him.

How could someone like him truly trust a mud-legged nobody from a rogue cultivator background?

So what if his talent and temperament were good? Rogue cultivators had to be guarded against—they might sell you out at any moment!

A frosty gleam filled the man's eyes. He had originally intended this move to bind the youth in a crisis, then sell him off. Using it now made no difference.

At such close range, most people would not have time to react. With his Core Formation Realm attack, if it landed even once, the Foundation Establishment Realm youth before him would never withstand it.

"Idiot."

Yet in the face of mortal danger, the youth merely spat out one cold word.

Then came the crack of gunfire. The spirit gun, incomparably violent after its special refinement, was as docile as a kitten in the youth's hands. The power of its muzzle flash was controlled with perfect precision, striking directly at the heart of the lightning.

With a wet pfft, it pierced through. The man felt agonizing pain course through his entire body, and