Seven Profound Secret Realm, inner region.
Looking at the corpses of the three Rogue Cultivator martial artists lying on the ground, Liang Bo could not help muttering to himself, "Pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger—doing it once feels good, doing it forever feels good. The saying was indeed true."
Since entering the inner region these past few days, several groups of martial artists had come to rob him almost every day.
There was no helping it. Who told him to look like he was only at the ninth rank of Martial Dao, and to be traveling alone? It was perfectly normal for such a "chunk of fat" to draw hungry eyes.
But Liang Bo's current strength was already enough to dominate the inner region. After all, the strongest martial artists in the inner region could generally only pass the third floor of the True Martial Tower, and Liang Bo could more or less do the same now.
Thus, not only had those martial artists who came to rob him failed, they had instead delivered themselves to him like heads served on a platter, bringing him a huge amount of resources.
By now, he had accumulated over six hundred Seven Profound Stones alone. Aside from ten that could be turned in for a sect mission reward of 500 points, the rest could earn him more than six thousand points. That was even more than the rewards he had received for passing the first and second floors of the True Martial Tower.
As for his gains beyond the Seven Profound Stones, they were even more staggering. He had obtained more than ten mortal-grade weapons and suits of armor, including a high-grade mortal weapon. Unfortunately, it was a spear, and Liang Bo had no plans to abandon the saber for