A voice suddenly rang out, bringing Qiu Sen's hand to an abrupt halt as he held Wang Baiwan.
Huang Junhao and Master Luo also froze and turned to look.
Jun Wangchen, who had neither spoken nor moved until now, slowly stepped forward, wearing a smile that seemed far too mature for his age.
"One hundred million or your life, Wang Baiwan. Which do you choose?"
"My life... my life!" With Qiu Sen gripping his throat, Wang Baiwan's face flushed red. Struggling to breathe, he forced the words out with all his strength.
Although he did not believe Jun Wangchen could defeat Qiu Sen, whom even Master Luo could not handle, he had no choice but to grasp at any hope. As long as there was a chance of survival, a hundred million was nothing.
Besides, for some reason, Jun Wangchen's calm expression gave him an immense sense of security.
"A hundred million for his life? Did you ask my permission?" Seeing Jun Wangchen ignore him, Qiu Sen's eyes flashed viciously as he spoke in a low voice.
"I don't need anyone's permission to save someone." Jun Wangchen shrugged and said lightly, "You're just a mere intermediate Ghost Tamer. You have some ability, but nothing more. If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't take more than three moves."
"Kill me?" Qiu Sen paused, then burst out laughing.
"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"
Jun Wangchen smiled calmly. "No, and I don't care to know."
"Heh, very good. Quite the arrogant one!" A cold gleam flashed in Qiu Sen's eyes, and murderous intent surged forth.
"Unfortunately, everyone who acted arrogant in front of me before is dead now. You'll be no exception."
Jun Wangchen's expression remained unchanged. Folding his arms across his chest, he shook his head slightly. "That