Ten Million It Is

"Hehe, I was just joking. There's nothing."

At his words, Jun Maqing's body trembled. He withdrew his bone spikes and forced a smile beneath Yang Ming's cold gaze.

But Yang Ming ignored him. His expression remained icy, his aura heavy as chakra burst forth. He took a step toward him!

"Sir, are you truly going to kill us all? You should know that I am a member of the royal clan. The family behind me rules the entire Northern Profound Region. If you kill me, the Northern Profound Region's royal family will never let you go, nor will they spare the Feather Clan!"

Jun Maqing's face changed, and he shouted those words.

Yet Yang Ming acted as though he had not heard him. He continued forward, the killing intent in his eyes growing even stronger!

Anyone who dared threaten him was courting death!

"Sir, besides me, Shui Dai and the other geniuses are also here. They all come from great families and powerful factions. If you kill us, you will be offending every force in the Northern Profound Region. I admit that you are strong. Even together, we are no match for you, but you are not invincible in the Northern Profound Region."

Jun Maqing's expression changed again. Seeing Shui Dai and the other five beside him, he hurriedly added.

"Hm?"

Yang Ming slowed slightly, as though he had been swayed.

"That's right. Sir, your strength is formidable, and we admit defeat. But please spare us for the sake of the forces behind us. Otherwise, offending the entire Northern Profound Region will benefit no one."

Seeing this, the other five geniuses spoke up as well.

"Hmph. Five million spirit stones per person, or die!"

Yang Ming paused inwardly. In the end, he did not want to make things too big,