As the handsome young man finished speaking, his Third Grade King Rank aura emerged, exerting intense pressure.
The handsome young man's fellow disciples also eyed Tang Yan like tigers watching their prey.
"Well said, brother. You do nothing and take seventy percent? Your greed knows no bounds!"
"If each of us gives you a hundred chunks of ore, you'll still make a fortune. Any more greed, and you're refusing to appreciate our goodwill."
"Treasure this chance while we're still being polite. If you force us to turn hostile, you won't get a single chunk of ore!"
"The seventh-tier spirit herbs are enough to cover entry and the Mining Pickaxes. We mined this ore through our own abilities. If we didn't pity you, we wouldn't give you a single chunk!"
"..." At the handsome young man's call, everyone chimed in.
Tang Yan said nothing. His answer to the handsome young man was a flash of sword light.
The strike was casual and utterly unremarkable. Disdain appeared in the handsome young man's eyes. That's it?
He was about to block it when his vision suddenly blurred, and the sword vanished from sight.
Then a chill brushed his neck. Before he could understand what had happened, his consciousness dissipated into heaven and earth.
His body collapsed limply, not a trace of life remaining!
Everyone's eyelids twitched wildly. A chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads.
Just one strike, and a Third Grade King Rank had fallen on the spot!
And the scholar in blue seemed to have exerted no effort at all!
None of them believed they could kill a Third Grade King Rank with a casual sword strike. They even deeply doubted whether they could withstand a single strike from the scholar in blue.