"You!"
Yang Wu was beside himself with rage. Blood surged up, and he spat out another mouthful.
"If you don't dare come up here, hand over the thousand divine sources!"
Lu Ren spoke calmly.
Yang Wu's face stiffened. He didn't even have a thousand divine sources. Forget a thousand—he couldn't have produced ten thousand.
"Don't tell me you can't pay?"
Lu Ren smiled.
Countless eyes turned toward Yang Wu.
Yang Wu gritted his teeth, on the verge of losing control. "Give me a few days!"
"A few days? So you don't have the divine sources, yet you dared to wager them against me?"
Lu Ren gave a mocking laugh. His gaze fell on the Sky-Avoiding Divine Shield lying on the ground. He reached out, pulled it into his hand, and turned it over.
"Since you can't pay, this Seven-Patterned Divine Artifact is mine!"
The moment the words left Lu Ren's mouth, his expression changed.
Whoosh!
A streak of sword light pierced the distant sky and appeared before Lu Ren in an instant.
Lu Ren raised the shield in his hand to block it.
Bang!
The sword light struck the Sky-Avoiding Divine Shield and sent Lu Ren flying.
"What nerve! You dare covet my Sky-Avoiding Divine Shield?"
An angry shout rang out. Yang Wei flew in from afar, waved his hand, and drew the Sky-Avoiding Divine Shield from Lu Ren's grasp.
Lu Ren steadied himself. "Since you're his second uncle, pay me the thousand divine sources on his behalf."
Yang Wei inspected the Sky-Avoiding Divine Shield. Traces of corrosive energy still clung to it. "You damaged my divine artifact, and I haven't even settled that account with you. Let's call the thousand divine sources compensation."
"What?"
Lu Ren's expression changed. He hadn't expected Yang Wei to be so shameless.
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