"Leader?" One of the four middle-aged martial artists' eyes flickered at his words. He said in a low voice, "He's only a ninth-grade martial artist..."
At that moment, the leader, who had been about to greet him, also got a clear look at Liang Bo. Once he recognized that Liang Bo was merely a ninth-grade martial artist, the light in his eyes likewise turned obscure.
He exchanged glances with the three beside him, and a trace of killing intent rose from all four of them at once.
"Kid, we can give you one hundred Seven Profound Stones, but you're too weak. We'd better hold them for you. Also, hand over however many Seven Profound Stones you have on you," the leading martial artist said with a ferocious grin.
If Liang Bo had been strong, that would have been one thing. But he was only a ninth-grade martial artist, yet he wanted one hundred Seven Profound Stones? The four of them were clearly unwilling. Instead, they intended to seize the chance to strike and rob Liang Bo of his belongings.
"Are you planning to repay kindness with enmity?" Liang Bo shook his head, disappointment stirring in his heart.
When he had rescued them earlier, he had named one hundred Seven Profound Stones as his reward. The other party had agreed without hesitation, not even bargaining. At that time, Liang Bo had already anticipated that something like this might happen. That was why he had not directly stepped in to save them, instead attacking from afar with his bow, lest the four of them ambush him while he fought the Wolf King.
Now that the battle was over, he had not expected these four to actually make a move. He could not help but sigh. Within this secret realm, strength truly reigned