Boom!
Leng Linjiang was sent flying backward and slammed heavily into the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"You fool who doesn't know whether he's alive or dead. Do you really think you're a disciple of the Leng Family?" Huang Fan looked at Leng Linjiang, who lay on the ground gasping for breath, and sneered.
Had Leng Linjiang been a true direct-line descendant of the Leng Family, Huang Fan would naturally never have dared do anything to him. Unfortunately, he was only from a secondary branch.
The Leng Family attached no importance to him at all.
More importantly...
Huang Fan's cultivation far surpassed his.
Huang Fan was a peak-stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord.
Leng Linjiang, on the other hand, was currently an Early-Stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord.
Out on the street.
Many people had already noticed the commotion and turned to look.
Seeing Leng Linjiang sent flying by a single punch, quite a few showed pity and distress.
But when they saw Huang Fan and his two companions, the passersby's expressions changed, and they hurried away.
"It's Huang Fan and his lot. Go, hurry!"
"Poor fellow. Leng Linjiang actually borrowed money from them? Isn't that delivering himself right to their door?"
"Ah, what is there to say? It's all for the sake of climbing one rung higher..."
The cultivators turned and left.
Huang Fan scoffed, paying no mind to the comments around him. He stared coldly at Leng Linjiang and sneered. "You have three days."
"If you can't scrape together a million low-grade origin crystals within three days..."
"Then three days from now will be the day you die!"
Huang Fan scoffed again. Without caring what Leng Linjiang intended to do, he turned and walked away.
"Three days. Remember that!"
The two young men