Lavishing a Fortune, Immortal Kings Like Dogs
As the calm voice faded, Dongfang Yueming slowly walked out of the crowd.
He ignored Jiao Yan's dark and gloomy face, and instead looked directly at the stall owner whose face was full of despair, and casually waved his hand.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Three fist-sized pieces of dark gold mineral with natural Dao patterns flowing on their surface were slammed heavily onto the stall!
Each piece of ore that landed caused the ground to tremble slightly, and the rich aura of Geng metal emanating from it instantly tore through the surrounding air!
[Fourth-Tier Immortal Metal - Taiyi Adamantine]!
"Three pieces of fourth-tier immortal gold in exchange for your Law Crystal."
Dongfang Yueming said calmly, "Take your things and let's go."
"This..."
The stall owner was stunned.
He looked at the three coveted treasures before him, then at Dongfang Yueming, his eyes filled with disbelief!
Someone actually... was carrying this kind of strategic material with them? And they just threw it out like a stone?!
"Thank you so much, senior!"
The stall owner reacted extremely quickly; he knew this was his only way to survive!
He grabbed the three pieces of immortal gold, not daring to even glance at the Law Crystal that Jiao Yan had stolen. He directly burned his essence blood, transforming into a stream of light, and frantically fled towards the outside of the city!
"You bastard!"
Upon seeing this, Jiao Yan was furious!
Not only did he lose the duck that was almost in his mouth, but someone actually dared to slap him in the face in public?!
However, when his gaze fell upon the traces left by the three pieces of immortal gold on the stall, and Dongfang Yueming's indifferent expression, his anger instantly transformed into a deeper level of... greed!
"Great! Excellent!"
Jiao Yan laughed in fury, staring at Dongfang Yueming with a sinister gaze, as if he were looking at a moving treasure trove.
"You can casually pull out three pieces of fourth-tier immortal gold... Kid, it seems your wealth is even greater than I imagined!"
The surrounding cultivators were also discussing among themselves, their eyes filled with pity as they looked at Dongfang Yueming.
"Is this guy an idiot? Doesn't he even understand the principle of not flaunting wealth?"
"Yes! Showing off wealth in front of the young master of the Crimson Flood Dragon Manor is practically asking for trouble!"
"How naive! You think fair trade can solve everything? In this dog-eat-dog world, wealth without the strength to protect it is a cardinal sin!"
In everyone's eyes, although Dongfang Yueming might have some background, in the small territory of Flowing Light Immortal City, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. His behavior was simply a blatant act of "giving away treasures."
"Black Guard!"
Jiao Yan licked his lips, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.
"Take him down! Dead or alive!"
"I'll show him the consequences of flaunting his wealth in the Flowing Light Immortal City!"
"Yes!"
The black-armored guard behind him, who had been silent all along, suddenly took a step forward!
Late-stage Immortal King!
"Boom--!"
A terrifying Law Domain belonging to Immortal King instantly expanded!
The surrounding space seemed to freeze, all the air was sucked out, forming a suffocating force field!
"Kid, remember to keep a low profile next time you're reincarnated!"
The black-armored guard grinned maliciously, and a large hand covered in black scales, carrying a terrifying power that seemed to tear through the Xukong, viciously grabbed down towards Dongfang Yueming's crown!
This grab contained a Minor Accomplishment mastered "Law of Rending," which even Immortal King of the same level wouldn't dare to take head-on, let alone Dongfang Yueming, who in his eyes only possessed the aura of a "Immortal Lord"!
"It's over..."
The onlookers closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the bloody scene that followed.
However.
"Keep a low profile?"
At the eye of the storm, Dongfang Yueming merely raised his eyes slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"You ant, do you think you're qualified to teach me how to do things?"
He stood still, motionless.
Until the black claw was about to touch his hair.
"Roll!"
A low shout.
[Origin Immortal Physique) ] + [Advanced Law of Metal (Perfection)]!
"Buzz--!"
Dongfang Yueming merely raised a finger and gently tapped it on the palm of the sharp claw.
The image freezes at this moment!
Immediately afterwards--
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out!
The black-armored guard's arm began to disintegrate inch by inch, starting from his fingertips! Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and bone fragments were exposed!
That terrifying force of destruction traveled up his arm and instantly spread throughout his entire body!
"Ah--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream!
That arrogant Late-stage Immortal King expert was actually shattered like porcelain by this one finger!
Physical body shattered!
The moment the Primordial Spirit escaped, it was instantly annihilated into dust by the surging sharpness of the Law of Metal surrounding it!
Instant kill!
A Late-stage Immortal King couldn't even withstand a single move before perishing!
The entire venue was deathly silent!
The once bustling trading area was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's expression froze, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets, their mouths agape as if dislocated!
"The Immortal King... is dead?!"
"One finger... instantly kills Immortal King?!"
"He... he's not Immortal Lord?! How is this possible?!"
This scene completely overturned their understanding!
Jiao Yan's face still held greed and a sneer, but his eyes had turned into extreme terror and blankness.
He looked at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"You... you..."
He pointed at the Dongfang Yueming, his teeth chattering, and he couldn't even finish his sentence.
Dongfang Yueming clapped his fingers as if he had merely crushed a bug.
He walked slowly toward Jiao Yan.
With each step he took, Jiao Yan felt the shadow of death grow heavier.
"You... you stay away!"
Jiao Yan finally broke down, screaming hysterically as he retreated:
"I am the young master of the Crimson Flood Dragon Manor! My father is the Crimson Flood Dragon Immortal Emperor! If you dare to touch me..."
"Immortal Emperor?"
Dongfang Yueming did not stop walking, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
"Even if the Immortal Emperor himself came, he wouldn't dare speak to me like that."
As for you...
Go downstairs and keep your dog company.
"No--!!!"
Jiao Yan roared in despair, summoning all his protective magical treasures.
But none of this mattered before the Dongfang Yueming.
"Puff!"
Dongfang Yueming casually waved his hand.
A spatial rift appeared out of nowhere and sliced through Jiao Yan's waist.
Two pieces of the body fell to the ground.
The young master of the Crimson Flood Dragon Manor has fallen!
Dongfang Yueming remained indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
With a flick of his wrist, he captured the storage rings of Jiao Yan and the guard.
A sweep of divine sense.
[Low-grade Immortal Stone: 10000000!]
[Tier 3 Immortal Artifacts: 2 pieces!]
"Ten million low-grade fairy stones?"
Dongfang Yueming raised an eyebrow slightly.
"As expected of the young master of this local tyrant, he's definitely much richer than the average rogue cultivator."
He put away his spoils and coldly scanned the surrounding crowd.
Those cultivators who had initially harbored ill intentions were instantly terrified when they were swept by that gaze. They lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, for fear of angering this god of death.
"Boring."
Dongfang Yueming shook his head, and with a flicker, he vanished from the spot.
All that remained was a mess and a group of onlookers questioning the meaning of life.